Monday, March 14, 2011

viz-om. (vom, for realz.)

About a month ago, I chose to purchase (not clothes! shocker) a Foreman Grill. One of those mini ones. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a pink one, so it's white, but whatever. Besides the point.

Ok, I love this bugger on some levels. Easy warm up, throw some chicken on there and it's done pretty quickly. I like to marinate the chicken, you know, whatever, it's cool. Dinner tends to be awesome when this guy is participating.

And then. Oh, then.

I finish. And clean up comes.

Cleaning this thing, makes me want to hurl. It is just so so nasty. And the plates don't remove, so I'm not only ick-ed out, but it's not even over my sink.

The problem is, I forget about being so grossed out. And then it hits me hard.

Boooooo.

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