Hell hath no fury like oven cleaning

The most heinous household task of all has to be cleaning the oven.  Or in my case, ovens plural.

Might as well block out close to an entire day, because that’s pretty much how long the entire “project from hell” generally takes.

Riddle me this, Batman.  How is it that we can program ovens to self clean but when it comes to the racks themselves we are right back to serious manual labor?  The kind that is accompanied by a series of F-bombs.

And that’s the good news.

Disintegrating rubber glove.

Five minutes into the scrubathon on the second of six racks, the top half of my rubber glove’s right thumb fell off.  It was like the glove suddenly got leprosy and decided to drop appendages.  Then I ran out of 409 spray cleaner.  And the steel wool pad started disintegrating—throwing off little curly bits.  Clearly the leprosy was spreading.

Only 45 minutes into a three-hour self-cleaning cycle, I had to stop the process and run out to the store.  Which is when the universe really spit on my face.

The universe hates me.

Apparently, the Pied Piper had been through here convincing all of the rubber gloves to follow him out of the store.  They are all sitting under a tree somewhere mocking me while I end up with finger nails that resemble the serrated edges of a bread knife.

Seven hours after I started, both ovens (and their respective racks) are now sparkling.

As for me, I’ve decided to never broil or bake (both standard and convection) ever again.

Instead, I think the double ovens would make nifty sweater storage.

Categories: Manual labor


1 Suzanne { 04.11.11 at 7:41 am }

Hilarious! I feel your pain.

2 Polly { 04.13.11 at 2:42 pm }

Tackling weeds in garden (yard to you) today lost thumb of glove and was immediately stung by a nettle and scratched by a bramble. Do rubber gloves have inbuilt fracture lines these days?

3 Sophia { 04.13.11 at 4:34 pm }

There’s only one solution. Hire a gardener! 🙂