Joseph's family is arriving tomorrow afternoon for an approximate 10-day stay in our fair city and I totally haven't given any attention to cleaning the house. At all. While creating my epic spaghetti casserole on Tuesday evening I realized that I some of its deliciousness spilled out onto the oven bottom [is that a thing? oven bottom?]. Actually I didn't realize that until I tried to make Joseph a turkey pot pie the other day and the smoke and horrible smell filled the house for like two hours. So, for the first time ever I cleaned an oven. It took a full day to do this and made me really, really appreciate the self-cleaning oven that I grew up with [though I suspect that if you did this with a gas cooker like I have you might surely die].
So, yeah - I attempted to clean the oven yesterday, but in my food-deprived haze and with the cleaner only resting for two hours the gunk did not want to kindly remove itself. So, I put the cleaner on...went to bed...went to work...came home...waited even longer...and then it all came together. I was an extremely crummy environmentalist as it took me about a roll of paper towels to clean off all of the unpleasantness. And really - it was so unpleasant. Before the extreme cleaning power was applied it was just regular foodstuff...post-cleaning spray foam it turned into black slimy sludge and smelled like death. And I still had to scrape things off using our one good flipper [according to Joseph - I think we have two other viable scraper/flipper things]. After I was done I was worried I shouldn't have used that particular product for our gas cooker - I have this big fear of exploding everyone. However, fortunately I didn't explode us all and I made a frakking delicious pizza in the newly clean oven. I really hope Joseph's family checks out the interior of the oven.
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