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The Joy of a Clean Oven

Are you ready for this?  Because this will seriously change your life!

Oh, no wait.  This is just a sign that I spend far too much time browsing household tips on Pinterest.  If every little tip promising to change my life actually did, I would certainly not even recognize myself in the mirror each morning.

I wouldn't be able to cope with that. As it is, I am often startled beyond words to look in the bathroom mirror and see my mother staring back at me.  I have to turn around quick to see if she is there.

By the way, my favorite are the pins that pop up  on my home feed--Secrets of People Whose Houses are Always Clean.  Can you guess the secret? DUH...they clean every day.  I think that even an intractable horder knows that deep down inside. 

None of which is what I set out to share this morning.

When I got back from Florida there were two big blobs of black carbony gunk on the floor of the oven.   I can't blame Kevin as he uses the oven solely for baking bread.  No, these blobs were left over from the family Christmas dinner when I prepared and served roast beef.  That was just before I left for Florida so I didn't deal with it at the time.

Now my oven has a self cleaning feature, but except for those two blobs, the oven was fine with a wipe down.  I sprayed the blobs with my homemade oven cleaner--vinegar, baking soda, and a drop of dish detergent.  I sprayed in the morning and again in the afternoon and then again before I went to bed.  I sprayed them the next morning and then forgot about them for a day or two.


When I remembered again, I looked in the oven and say that the blobs were not so blobby.  I wiped the floor of the oven with a paper towel.  No scrubbing and rubbing, just a swipe with a wet paper towel.  Rinse. Done!

Ick, ick, ick!

It didn't change my life, but clean does make me happy.  We take our joy where we can find it.

Comments

  1. That sounds like an easy fix. Congratulations!

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  2. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm going to look at our oven floor tomorrow. I know it's not clean.

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  3. Brilliant. I'm a big fan of the magic vinegar and baking soda can do, and having just bought a self-cleaning oven that I'm afraid to let loose, I'd rather wipe things down myself. (On the rare occasions that I actually clean said oven.)
    By the way, a fellow blogger says you have a place here in Venice. We've brand-new (two weeks old!) snowbirds to the area ourselves.

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  4. It uses a lot less paid-for energy, too! I've been using the BBQ a lot right now!

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  5. I will have to try your concoction! My mother was not very domestic and I once got her a little sign that said "No one ever died from oven crud poisoning". I doubt she cleaned her oven every 10 years - OK more like every 20!

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