I did a LOT the last couple days. Day before yesterday I decided I needed to vacuum because the dog and cat hair was getting to be ankle-deep and it was disgusting to look at. Hey, I've been busy with other stuff... housecleaning wasn't a priority. But since I'd spent the day before doing applesauce, I decided to take a day off apples and clean the house. But the vacuum cleaner wasn't sucking up very much stuff, so I took it apart (it's one of those canister ones, not bags), and the filters were indescribable. I won't even try. I should have cleaned it months ago, apparently. So I spent an hour or so trying to wash the sludge out of all the filters and cleaning the canister and all its related parts. Then I couldn't use it because it was all wet, so I dragged the Rainbow out and decided to use that, but it's been sitting for several months (using the upright is quicker and easier), and I'd left some water in the basin, which had dried to a crusty layer inside, so I had to clean THAT all up, and then I cleaned the rest of it and wiped it all down so it looked OK, THEN I filled the basin and vacuumed. Apparently, I should have cleaned that upright several times over the last few months, because the sludge that came up out of our rugs was also indescribable. Rich keeps telling me, "We live on a farm, there will be dirt," but seriously, this was gag-a-maggot gross. Well, anyway, it's cleaner now.
After I got done with the floors, I dusted, and that finished me off as far as work. I spent three hours on cleaning the vacuums, cleaning the floors, and dusting everything, but it was beautiful (for the moment) in here, and I felt better. Of course, it wasn't an hour before I started seeing little clumps of hair here and there, so ever since then, I've been picking up everything I see and tossing it. It's a lot easier to see the little bits now that the floors are clean, but that's gonna get old after a while, and I'll stop picking them up in a couple days. Sometimes I don't know why I bother to clean at all...
So yesterday, with a clean(ish) house, I decided to make a Samhain dinner for us. I always miss "my" holidays because I'm too busy to do anything other than say, "Oh, it's such-and-such a day," and go on with my work. I had defrosted a whole chicken that I was going to roast, and then I grabbed a large butternut squash from the basket in the garage (those things STILL aren't canned), and spent an hour and forty-five minutes getting it out of its skin. Not kidding at all. Blew my whole afternoon. I was going to make some rolls and a few other tidbits to go with dinner last night, but we ended up with squash and chicken. It was VERY good, so it's OK. Anyway, I'd also noticed a few big rutabagas out in the garden, so I grabbed one of those, and while the squash was boiling, I peeled and boiled that monster rutabaga as well, then I combined it with part of the squash and mashed them with cream cheese and butter. Cream gravy from the pan drippings brought it all together.
Speaking of rutabagas, if anyone grows those, I tried a new type this year that are long rather than short and squat, and it was SO nice! You can peel them with a peeler, just like a potato. The traditional short ball shape was always so hard for me to peel with a peeler, so I'd end up using a paring knife and peeling it like an apple. These long ones are a breeze!
Anyway, I haven't done any apples for two days, but the house is clean and we have dinner for a couple nights (leftovers), then I'll make stock and soup from the chicken carcass. Today I have to clean the oven. I absolutely LOVE roast chicken, but I hate the mess it makes. The whole inside of the oven is spattered with grease. I'm grateful for my self-cleaning oven, because cleaning it by hand, on my hands and knees, would likely kill me.
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Cleaning the racks will be bad enough. My poor aching fingers!