Somehow, I managed to make it the past almost 10 years of living on my own without cleaning my oven. Until tonight.
I made cheesecake for Prince Charming's birthday earlier in the week. (And I was so distracted making sure I didn't poison him this is the only photo I got with my phone)
Having a brand new spring form pan, I didn't bother to line the bottom like both the recipe and University of Mom told me to. So I guess it leaked onto the bottom of my oven. oops. No wonder it smelled so good baking.
Fast forward to tonight, when I decide I had better clean the oven before I cook in it tomorrow. So not knowing any better, I flipped the latch on the door, turned the dial, and let 'er rip.
The poor dog and I have now retreated upstairs with all the windows open to escape the smoke. Because apparently a "self cleaning oven" means it BURNS everything off the bottom. And there was some crusty stuff on the bottom.
Lessons from the University of Mom:
1. Listen to what Momma says. She's usually right.
2. Clean the oven before you clean the oven.
On tap for tomorrow: Fabreeze the entire house.