I self-cleaned my oven today. Talk about the greatest feeling of accomplishment EVER. It’s not like I cook that much so it doesn’t get too dirty but somehow oil dripped when I heated up a slice of leftover pepperoni pizza which mixed with noodle ooze that spilled out of the Stouffer’s Mac and Cheese so it needed a bit of cleaning.
I set aside a full morning for this; I painstakingly removed the racks from the oven and placed them on the counter. When that was finally finished, I pressed the self cleaning button. Whew. I took my coffee outside and sat on the back porch knowing full well I would have to head inside when the buzzer went off.
Three hours later it sparkled and looked brand new. I am exhausted but it was worth it. How come nobody has invented self-cleaning toilets?