The Lazy Cook’s Secret Weapon: How I Learned to Love Cleaning My Oven (No Harsh Scrubbing Required)
Can we be honest for a second? Cleaning the oven has always felt like punishment for sins I can’t remember committing. I’d rather scrub the driveway with a toothbrush than tackle that baked-on gunk lurking behind the oven door. And yet, a clean oven makes all the difference when you’re fussing over a roast chicken or a golden loaf of sourdough. For years, I did what most folks do — held my breath, sprayed something so strong it made my eyes water, then attacked the mess like a gladiator. Not exactly my idea of a relaxing Sunday afternoon. But you …