Yeah, I meant to say that. Turn it over.
I could have written Oxy's post, down to the Pampered Chef scraper and the permanent home on the stove-top. But I have three of them living there, all nesting together on the back left burner (just like my ex-MIL and my grandmother did). Whenever my mother comes over and wants to tidy up, she puts them in the oven! What she doesn't realize is that I never store anything in the oven because I'm deathly afraid of fire, and storing something in the oven is just an invitation for me to turn the oven on without checking first! Drives me nuts, because then I don't know where they are!
Karen