Yesterday mom said, “Shoko, the oven’s getting pretty dirty so I better clean it out today. This I just gotta see….mom in the stove scrubbing away. Peeps have told me it is a dirty and tough job. It’s pretty hard work. I’d wait till burnt food was falling out the oven door before I would attempt it.. I sat on my bag in the kitchen entrance and was enthralled with the antics. First mom took out the racks and then started reading a book….c’mon mom concentrate, don’t go reading a story now. Then she looked in the oven. Yep, its still dirty. She pressed a button and turned a knob and then sat down. Hey, what are you doing woman!! Nothing’s changed. She looked pretty much like she was going to stay there for quite a while. OK, its your dirty oven. Peeps really!! I went outside for a few hours but figured I’d come in and see what was happening with this here dirty oven. Well, the racks were nice and clean. They must have taken a hot sudsy bath while I was out. It was hot and stinky in the kitchen. I fell asleep on my bag waiting for some action. Whatever, was happening was happening slowly. Finally, mom walked in the kitchen and opened the oven door…I had to look twice.
There was a small pile of ash in the bottom of the oven….mom swept it out and shut the oven door. Oven’s done. Really?? That’s it?? Mom! That was so easy…the oven cleaned itself. Geesh! Mom is so proud of herself. Go figure.