Around our house, if I don’t feel like making supper, Rick will often turn to the deep fryer to help him cook his evening meal.
With that said, the deep fryer gets used A LOT. And just like my shower, it is not something that I enjoy cleaning. So once, maaaybe twice a year I will get a wild hair up my ass and give it a good cleaning.
Can you say ewwwwwww! (I have actually had one caked up so bad that I didn’t even attempt to clean it. It went right into the trash.)
And every time I tackle this dirty deed I make a promise to myself that I will never, ever let it get this bad again. Anyone want to guess how many times I’ve kept that promise?
Let’s just say this about the whole experience: Now I know why Rick hates changing the oil on the vehicles. The sludge I got out of the bottom of the pan was worse than what comes out of my car every 3,000 miles.
Maybe I should just coordinate cleaning the deep fryer with the oil change for my car, that way we can compare which is worse.