The rest of MIH has moved on to the dining room, but I'm still in the kitchen, at least for today. Tuesday is my day to detail the kitchen, wiping down the corners of the countertops and getting all those drips and drops off the cabinet doors. I'm gradually working my monthly kitchen jobs into my a routine on Tuesdays, and today THE JOB had to be done. It should be done every 6 months (maybe every 3 - haven't decided yet), but it's been staring me in the face every day for over a year. We've lived in this house 18 months, and I had never done this job. THE OVEN. Yes, I chose today to clean my oven.
This is what it looked like when I started. Horrible, isn't it? That's pizza that puffed too high and the toppings slid off. Apple pie juice. Broiled stuff. Grease. Yep, the remnants of many a yummy meal. And it had to come off. Shame was driving me to it. Even the window as covered in baked on greasy goop. So I sprayed it with . . . Easy Off. I know, I know - the fumes are bad for you (they did make me cough and gave me a headache) and the chemicals are terribly harsh. And for all that, it didn't even get the stuff off enough for me to just wipe it off.
So when I opened the oven 2 hours later, a large portion of the gunk wiped off, but a whole lot of the really bad spots were still there, and it didn't even touch the oven door. I decided I didn't want to spray and wait again. I got our my dish liquid, baking soda, and a bucket of warm water and got busy. After an hour of generously applying elbow grease and baking soda and the help of a little plastic scraper from Pampered Chef, I finished up this thankless job by pouring some vinegar in clean, warm water and wiped the whole oven down, then buffing it dry with a towel. This is my reward! Talk about a feeling of accomplishment! Now I just have to figure out how to keep it clean. I've made a reminder for 6 months from now to do it again. I may change it to 3 months. I've never kept a clean oven, so I don't know how often it should be cleaned.