Back in my kibbutz days (a looooong time ago) I used to get the glorious job, every few weeks, of cleaning the chulent pot on Motzai Shabbat.
Now you have to understand that this was a chulent pot unlike yours or mine. It held enough chulent for about 500 people.
It was truly big enough to climb into. It was mounted on a stand with a wheel on the side (like in a submarine) that you would turn to tip it.
I would have to use a big paint scraper to scrape off the burned-on chulent. As great as chulent smells when it’s fresh, that’s how bad it smells when it’s burned on to the walls of the pot on motzai Shabbat.
I miss Israel. I miss the kibbutz. I do NOT miss that job!