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Now normally i dont go around spreading the word about being a domestic goddess and gabbing off about the superiority of a stay at home dad and child personal taxi service, but i made i discovery this weekend that could change man and woman kind forever.*
We all know it is the dream of most of us to use the kitchen oven for bearing removal and the instalation. It just makes sence to the humble male. But what if you get caught? Trouble, big trouble. Usually with a lot of "You stupid dumb arse bastard, what the hell were you thinking? " Or phrases to that effect depending on what part of the world you are in. So a punishment is sure to follow, and it probably going to have something to do with cleaning said oven, if your face hasnt been slapped so hard yours eyes no longer function.*
Fear not. This weekend i decided to clean ours yet again. (House duty requirement as i have my own oven now). Now the gunge that forms on ovens is no ordinary substance. Its molecular structure is such that usually only the most dangerous substance known to man can be used, oven cleaner! A concoction of mega nasty elements left over from nuclear power plants and unused chemical warfare stock. Your hands blister at the thought of picking up the can! Not wishing this agony or dressing up in my NBC suit left over from the gulf war, i decided to head for the shed with the oven door and see if the automotive world might have a solution.
I went hard core straight out of the gate. Carby cleaner. First the cheap crap. Nothing, not even slightly tacky. Ok, Yammy lube carby cleaner. This stuff rips into coke and combustion deposits on cylinder heads, surely something. Nup. Nothing. Alright Kero. Nothing. Diesel. Nope . Petrol, nuh. Window cleaner, get real. Brake clean. Zero, except for really clean gunge now. Tar and bug remover. Diddly squat. Acetone. Zip. At this point i was contemplating sand blasting, but figured if i had to do the rest of the oven, the kids would be complaining of gritty sandwiches for *weeks. Damn, my arsenal exhausted i almost succumbed to defeat, but then, almost as if spoken to by a higher entity, what about dish washer machine powder? Mmmm. It gives the wifes burnt and crispy saucepans a good talking to in the dish washer. Low and behold as if a new epoch had instantly begun. It worked. A small pile of powder, dab a damp cloth, then rub. Repeat ad nausium as a wonder of the modern world emerges fairly quickly. Clean glass. Yea and much merriment!
*Even the 4 year old metamorphic rock that had formed on the bottom, thanks to my wifes delusional attempt at baking some casserole thing at furnance temperatures, slowly ebbed into non excistance.
So there you have it. Fancy a bit of quality cleaning time impressing the wife, and keeping out if harms way? Who doesn't?*
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