Last Sunday when my day started in exultation, it gleamed off to a galling fortuity. That Sunday morning was too lustrous for me as I resumed my blog again. My Husband was occupied in his prolonged last hours nap. My daughter woke up early, had her breakfast and we both were about to start our dance practice. Before that, to come down my hungry appetite I put the Ready-to-eat Chow-Mein to the microwave and joined my daughter to tap the floor. The music was on, my heart was floating in a kind of glee and my daughter was as usual in her gaiety mood. Suddenly my great redolent power froze me and the fume from the microwave made me stuck dumb for few seconds. I gathered all my intelligence and in a quick jump turn off the microwave. A burning smell almost clogged my breath. I locked my daughter in the bedroom with my husband. Opened all the possible way outs to get rid of the reek and to avoid the smoke alarm on. Covered my face with a towel and with a pounding heart opened the door of the microwave and found the charred plastic container. It didn’t take a second more to reveal what bungled mistake I had done. I had forgotten to add water to the Chow-Mein. Hapless I was just got the final shock when I stared into the Microwave. Somebody had just changed the white body into a yellow tarnish. We live in a rented house along with a furnished kitchen and the rental clauses say to leave the house before departure just as same we found while entering. The first dismaying thought crashed my mind with an outlay of around $300-400. The second thought came of getting a berating about my carelessness form my husband. Just on the verge of a sinking soul and ready to flow tears I started to scrub the yellow stain. All my efforts just went in vein when the firm stain didn’t lighten up a little. Without wasting more time and effort I sat down with my Laptop and started searching for the solution in the net. I felt relaxed that I was not the only execrable lady to bawl out. I found almost a handful of posting about burning plastic in the microwave and there were a handful of angels too who gave different solutions to get rid of the burning yellow stain from the microwave. So I started experimenting the solutions one by one.
Solution No 1:-
Scrub the stain with vinegar and water.
Result:-
Didn’t work.
Solution No 2:-
Scrub the stain with vinegar and baking soda.
Result:-
Didn’t work.
Solution No 3:-
Clean the stain with 100% bleach.
Result:-
I didn’t have Bleach at home. So not sure about the fact. But majority voted for the best result.
Solution No 4:-
Use Nail polish remover to scrub the stain. Always use white napkin each time you scrub.
Result:-
It did work. The stain just got vanished like a magic.
There were many more but I stopped my search here.
I am not so much fond of cosmetics. I hardly apply nail polishes and use removers. I bought one nail polish remover a year back in India and it did travel with me in this far away land, kept itself settled in a corner of a shelf without any notice all these months. But now it came like a saviour and emptied itself to save my poor soul from the dismay. Forgot to mention, while I was busy in staining off the parchedness, I felt a pat in my back and found my husband with an impish smile and a question mark in his face. I explained what happened in tears and to my surprise he just smiled and told me not to take too much tension, we would find out some solution. At that moment I just thought that I got the best husband of the world. Any way the little bottle of my nail polish remover saved me and showed me the path of the solution. It would be a great mistake if I would not praise my daughter. During this skirmish she didn’t disturb me for a second. She obeyed my each and every single word to my surprise.
5 days passed but still I can nose the burning smell. I got a solution to obviate the burning smell from the microwave. Put some Orange skin in water and microwave it for 5-6 minutes. It really worked well.
My husband arranged that day a delectable lunch in one of my favourite restaurants to celebrate my win over the tarnish. Whatever happened in between, the day started good and ended good. Truly said - All is well that ends well.