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soc_puppet) wrote2010-10-02 01:22 am
soc_puppet) wrote2010-10-02 01:22 am
Just griping, feel free to ignore
Okay, this is really small peanuts compared to the previous post, but it's bugging the fuck out of me, so I'm going to gripe.
The past few days, there has been a deathstink emanating from the kitchen. I've been going in and breathing through my mouth, because it smells like bacteria in a very similar way to how shit smells like bacteria, especially after you've had a hearty meal of, say, Brussels sprouts. Finally, tonight, I'd had enough; I went to investigate more thoroughly.
There, in the right-hand side of the sink, was a pile of three things. On top was the plastic microwave enhancer, which is slightly broken and dirty and which I've barely ever used, because it seems pretty pointless; here, I imagine it served mostly to incubate what was growing in the next thing down. Underneath that was Roommate C's cast iron skillet, which he loves because he is totes a cooking/gadgetry geek. There was about half a centimeter of standing water in it, with little bits floating in that, and some clumps of who-knows-how-old ground beef clinging to the edges. Under that was our big pot, the one I make two boxes of macaroni in at a time; it had a good five inches of incredibly scummy standing water in it, as well as an ice cream scoop, lots of bits floating in the water, a spot of mold about the size of a half-dollar on one side, and who the fuck knows what else. The bottom of the skillet had been more than a little corrupted by the mess underneath.
I managed to clean things up somewhat, though it could still use a much more thorough attack. I could probably do it, but I don't want to without either a little help, or at least trying to charge my roommates for the work involved. (I hardly ever use dishes that need complicated washing, or even soaking. I am the sandwich queen.) And then, we are going to revisit the "No standing water in the kitchen sink!!!" rule, because I feel it bears repeating about a million times. And possibly even laminated-sign-hanging.
All that is to say: At a more reasonable hour, I am going to start - or at least try to start - an Awesome Things meme. Because after all this, my life could seriously use a few extra doses of awesome.
The past few days, there has been a deathstink emanating from the kitchen. I've been going in and breathing through my mouth, because it smells like bacteria in a very similar way to how shit smells like bacteria, especially after you've had a hearty meal of, say, Brussels sprouts. Finally, tonight, I'd had enough; I went to investigate more thoroughly.
There, in the right-hand side of the sink, was a pile of three things. On top was the plastic microwave enhancer, which is slightly broken and dirty and which I've barely ever used, because it seems pretty pointless; here, I imagine it served mostly to incubate what was growing in the next thing down. Underneath that was Roommate C's cast iron skillet, which he loves because he is totes a cooking/gadgetry geek. There was about half a centimeter of standing water in it, with little bits floating in that, and some clumps of who-knows-how-old ground beef clinging to the edges. Under that was our big pot, the one I make two boxes of macaroni in at a time; it had a good five inches of incredibly scummy standing water in it, as well as an ice cream scoop, lots of bits floating in the water, a spot of mold about the size of a half-dollar on one side, and who the fuck knows what else. The bottom of the skillet had been more than a little corrupted by the mess underneath.
I managed to clean things up somewhat, though it could still use a much more thorough attack. I could probably do it, but I don't want to without either a little help, or at least trying to charge my roommates for the work involved. (I hardly ever use dishes that need complicated washing, or even soaking. I am the sandwich queen.) And then, we are going to revisit the "No standing water in the kitchen sink!!!" rule, because I feel it bears repeating about a million times. And possibly even laminated-sign-hanging.
All that is to say: At a more reasonable hour, I am going to start - or at least try to start - an Awesome Things meme. Because after all this, my life could seriously use a few extra doses of awesome.
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Also, this sort of thing is why I love having a dishwasher. Nothing gets left in the sink.
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That's the thing about cast iron; no dishwasher. Or, well, maybe dishwasher, but absolutely no soap. The skillet will hold onto the soap, and add the soap to whatever you cook next in it, and soap + human digestive system = bad times. (Plus, the nothing in the sink thing only works if we keep up loading and unloading. If there's a load that's been sitting in the dishwasher for a week, clean or dirty, you can bet there's still stuff in the sink. ...We have laziness issues.)
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