I crept downstairs in the wee hours to check on the progress of my laundry detergent and lo! It had gelled to the consistency of lemon curd. Scoopable with a spoon. The wrongness! It abounds!

So, all that is left is to try it out on my laundry this afternoon.

Found

• A billion lighter flints, safety pins, thumbtacks, rubber bands, keys, hinges, and screws.
• All of my measuring cups and spoons.
• Many Gladware(r) lids, not so many Gladware containers.
• Assorted coins, which Rebecca immediately claimed for her piggy bank.
• All of the pieces of my cookie press, meat grinder attachment, grating attachment, and pastry bag.
• Cookie cutters galore!

Discarded

• Two dead onions. Really dead. Or undead. They were hiding their zombie status.
• Two Pyrex lids whose casseroles were long gone. (I weep at the loss of my casseroles, though.)
• Rubber baby bottle nipples.
• Dead batteries. Again with the dead.

I also took the opportunity to re-season my Lodge(r) cast iron Dutch oven, and to wash each bin in the bathtub before putting it back on the clean counter and re-organizing all of the contents. Tomorrow, the cabinets and the other kitchen counter.

My laundry is nice and clean and oddly enough produced very little lint when I ran it through the dryer. No suds are produced in the wash cycle, but odors and (I'm assuming) soil were eliminated.

Sweet.