Hello dear friends. At the urging of my dear sister--in-law, I am going to again attempt to take up the blogging. Confession. I hate blogging. It's nice to get that off my chest. I blog because I want to eat better and it's helpful for me to have the support of my friends and family, and it's also an easier way to share recipes when I find a good one. I also happen to be at a place where I hate cooking, so this should be a lot of fun.
Today, to get back into the blogging spirit, I'm going to share a story with you. A story of shame and triumph. It is the story of my trash can. Some of you will be able to relate, others will shake their heads in disgust, but I hope you will not think less of me when this story is done.
I have a trash can in my kitchen. It is white. It's the kind where you step on the pedal at the bottom and it lifts the lid for you. No need to touch anything. So, how does it get so dirty? Over the years the bottom of this trash can has developed a... slime (my shame is so deep). A green sticky nastiness that captures forever anything you should happen to drop in when there is no bag. This has been the source of much contention in my house. There is a brief period known as the changing of the bag. This is the time when there is no bag in the trash can. It is brief to be sure, but inevitably someone will drop something in, to be forever lost in the sticky smelly void that is the bottom of the trash can. No one dares retrieve anything that falls down there. I will put the new bag over the top, turn it upside-down and give it an almighty shake, but most of the time, the slime will prevail, and I will give up. The slime wins...again, and inevitably whoever was foolish enough to drop something in, gets a tongue lashing. Much of the time it's me. There have been many occasions where I vow to buy a new trash can rather than clean the slime. Somehow, I hope the slime will retreat on it's own, but no....that has never happened. I have actually gone to the store, looked at the trash cans, and thought, this is ridiculous, I will go home and clean my trash can, I don't need to spend money on this right now (trash cans are pricier than you think). It's been a cycle. A cycle that has lasted over several years (oh the shame!). Part of the problem is that the offending part of the trash can, can be and is so easily covered by a garbage bag, so I only see it once or twice a week when I change the bag. Though please don't assume the slime is odorless. I've frequently sprinkled baking soda down there (thus adding to the mass of the slime) trying to absorb those odors. OK, I think you understand where I'm coming from.
Today, I tackled the slime and emerged triumphant! Let me tell you how this was done in case you too (heaven forbid) have anything like the shameful slime in the bottom of your trash can. This was much less painless than I anticipated and it made me sad at the years I had put it off for. So I share this story in the hopes that I may save someone else from the shame of living with the slime, or the expense of an unnecessary new trash can.
First, don some latex gloves and remove any solid items that have become trapped in slime (try to refrain from gagging and wondering how your life got to this point). Second sprinkle a generous amount of baking soda over the bottom of the trash can. After that, pour in enough vinegar to cover the bottom. The vinegar and baking soda will give you a very satisfying reaction and you will feel that you already have accomplished so much. Now, walk away. Leave it be for ten minutes or more. After it has had some time to sit, spray in some warm water, swish it around and dump it down the drain. If it still has a fair amount of gunk in there, repeat this whole process (I did). Then look in and see that the battle is more than halfway done and you didn't even have to do any scrubbing yet. That part is coming, in fact, it's the next step. Put in a little dish soap and warm water and scrub. This should be fast and easy and everything should come off fairly effortlessly. Next, rinse with water, and dry and you are done. Hooray! You will have a beautiful new looking trash can.
If you are still intimidated by your trash can, call me. I will come over and do this for you. No one should have to live with the slime at the bottom of their trash can.