Monday, May 9, 2011
Bacteria, it's what's for dinner
What ever nastiness spilled in my fridge.... It is gross. And by gross I mean raw chicken juice dried and caked. *heave* I think I just threw up a little in my mouth just recalling that. Long story short- when chicken juice dries it turns to cement. I had to pull out my hazmat suite (which I normally reserve for cleaning the car or my kids rooms), gloves, baking soda, bleach and very loud music so I would think I was somewhere else. The glass was totally stuck to the rim. The bottom shelf thingy that holds the crisper drawers. Totally gross.
Even though it was a totally disgusting cleaning endeavor it was SOOOOO satisfying. Just, one of those unexpected cleaning moments where you regain your mojo and realize that you are master of your own house and no germ will get the best of you?? Yeah I was totally having that moment. My fridge just sat there... shiny, clean and fresh. What a glorious sight. It's the little things you know?
the only gross disgusting mess I have to worry about now is the one on my kitchen floor. I was literally throwing things out of the fridge like a dog digging a hole for a bone. At one point I might have yelled "HUT HUT, HIKE!" and chucked a week old ham across the room.
Of course I should probably be cleaning it up now... but I'm not. I'm sitting here on my computer telling you about my day and my small victory against E.boli.
Ok ok ok, FINE. I'll go clean it up now.....