Philander went into the next room[…]and came back with a salt mackerel[…]. Next he put the mackerel in a fry-pan, and the shanty began to smell like a Banks boat just in from a v'yage.
1936, Harry Botsford, “Wizards of the Fry-Pan”, in Field and Stream, volume 41, page 30:
These men know and respect the heavy iron fry-pan.
1993, John Davis Billings, Hardtack and Coffee, Or, The Unwritten Story of Army Life, page 134:
But there was another fry-pan which distanced these both in respect of lightness and space.
2009, Dane Coolidge, Hidden Water:
Then, still deep in their talk, they filled their plates from the fry-pan, helped themselves to meat, wrapped the rest of the bread in the cloth, and sat comfortably back on their heels, eating with their fingers and knives.
