The Clay Oven. Part 1: Construction.

Sometime in early July I decided that it would be fun to build a clay oven. Like most Mike D ideas, this thought would have been better crushed under the hammer of common sense and never brought to fruition. But instead of exercising common sense, I bought a book titled Build Your Own Earth Oven and promptly read it. At the time I would rate my excitement as high. In retrospect I would rate my excitement as stupid.

The book is super hippy. It goes thourgh great lengths to describe various methods you can employ to procure all of your materials for free. Need some crushed stone? Perhaps a trip to the local quarry will help you… or you could get refuse from local construction companies! Need clay? Keep digging down, eventually you’ll find the earth you need. Then you can separate the dirt to extract the clay. Yes, it’s more labor buy you’ll be at peace with mother earth since you’ve build this oven from the earth beneath your toes. You can do the whole thing for $20.

Yeah… this seems less like a plan and more like a scavenger hunt. No thanks.

I wanted to get this done quickly so I would have been much better helped by a shopping list. So I decided to make one.

Want to build an oven? Don’t.

Still want to? Buy this stuff:

Construction materials

Base:
52 curved pavers (this should leave you with a few extra)
14 Capstones (if desired)
Three wheelbarrows full of gravel/cracked stone
48 empty beer bottles
3 bags Pearlite
~6 fifty pound bags of sand
1/2 bag clay
17 firebricks
water

Arch:
13 bricks (get the kind with the holes in ’em)
1 bag Mortar
Plywood – Nails
water

Dome:
~10 fifty pound bags of sand
~450 pounds of clay: Hawthorn Blend recommended
1 Newspaper
16″ stick
water

Cover:
1 sheet plywood
2 ten foot 4×4’s
6 ten foot 2×4’s
33 linear feet shingles
1 small box shingle nails
3 twelve foot roof edge trim pieces
4 concrete footings

Tools:
1 Measuring tape
1 Huge bucket
1 Normal bucket
1 Tarp
1 Hammer
1 pair tin-snips
2 helpers (strongly recommended)
1 hose

This cost way more than $20. This whole sha-bang has probably run me up about $600-700 if we include the tools that I was missing. The book said an expert could do this in an afternoon. It took us something like 6 weekends – though to be fair a number of those weekends included only about 4-6 hours of labor.

Still, this is not trivial. Don’t dive in unless you’re really up for it.

Here’s my quick how-to:

Base:
1. level your working ground
2. lay out the pavers 42-44″ diameter working surface (we used a few cinder blocks to make it cheaper)

Pavers used as a base

3. fill 1/2 way with gravel
4. add some water to your sand.
4. fill with sandy mud leaving about 4″ of space for bottles
5. lay down the empty bottles – these act as insulation so you don’t lose cooking heat to the Earth.

6. mix pearlite, equal quantity sand, clay, and some water until it’s mud consistency.
7. secure the bottles in place with the mixture.
8. Place thin layer of sand on top
9. place the firebricks down: five, five, five, and two front to back. make sure they are flat and flush.

Arch:
1. Cut two pieces of plywood into a nicely shaped arch. 14″ wide at the base, 9.5″ tall in the center
2. IMPORTANT: prop the wood up on two spacers… maybe 1/2″ thick. These will let you easily remove the wood later once the mortar is dry.
3. place the wood on the front row of firebricks.
4. build your arch. secure with mortar. follow directions on the mortar bag.

Note: see those smooth-top bricks? don't use those. The arch in this picture failed.

Dome:
1. Mix some sand with water. voila! mud!
2. Shovel mud onto your firebrick. Stick a 16″ stick in the middle. Make the mound 22″ wide at the base, and have it reach to the top of the stick.

Shaun and Jen pat down the sand mound. Note the 16 inch height stick.

3. Lay wet newspaper over the finished dome.

4. Bring out the tarp.

5. dump some clay ingredients into the tarp and start mashing it up with bare feet. I hate to admit it, but this really seems like the best method. It’s hard to provide the exact formula for this, but I’d say it’s 2.5 parts sand, 1 part clay, and enough water for it to all stick together. The book recommends forming clay into a ball and dropping it. If it stays a ball – and doesn’t mush into a flat disc or break apart – you’re probably good to go.

We might be smiling in this picture, but let me tell you: This was annoying.

7. Start packing the clay around your sand dome. Pack it hard. It should be about 4 inches thick. We made ours a little thicker and it took a long time to dry.

Shaun packin' the clay.

Almost done!

8. Let that thing dry. Once the outside is stiff (if you poke it with your finger it doesn’t do much more than indent slightly) walk around and bat it down with a board to smooth out the surface. Stop if the clay sticks to the board. Our oven was partially in the shade, this required TONS more drying time. We’re talking a solid week of drying. Also, it was super rainy which didn’t help. So we had to keep covering it with a tarp.
9. Once dry, dig out the sand. Don’t dig past the newspaper. (note: in this picture the arch is gone. That’s because it fell apart cause I used smooth-topped bricks)

Kevin digging out the sand.

10. start a small slow fire and burn that bad boy in SLOWLY.

Next up? The shelter!

The weather can damage an oven. Build a shelter for it. We did it with a simple lean to. Nothing special here, I’ll just post a few pictures.

Shingles in process. This was a quick and easy cover, so we didn't bother with tar paper. I'm not expecting my shed roof to last 30 years but I'm okay with that.
Inside the oven.
Complete.

In that last picture, we’re doing the burn in. Note the new arch that was done with the proper bricks as well as the sweet trim along the top edge of the shelter. I think I’m going to buy some lattice to put up on the back and sides to protect the oven from wind-blown rain and snow drifts.

Also, I still have to put some insulation on the oven. Apparently a mud, straw, clay mix will do it. I’m pretty stoked about this whole thing, but holy moly what a pain in the butt to get together. If you’re really insistent about building one of these things let me know and I’ll do what I can to help.

In Part 2, I will talk about the first cooking experiences. Here’s a preview:

FIRE!

Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day weekend was a flurry of activity, new acquaintances, and sad goodbyes. It started unofficially on Thursday night the 26th at Darcy’s going away party. There were darts. Darcy dominated them:

Robin Hood's got nothing on Darcy. Darcy has twice as many hoods as him.

note: Darcy was aiming for the 17.

I also met Darcy’s whole foods friend: Michelle and her husband Noah. They are hilarious. Noah is crushingly expert at darts.

Friday the epic adventures continued as Vivienne publicly defended her thesis. She did a great job. I now know more about VEGF’s role in capillary synthesis and propagation than I would care to admit. We celebrated briefly with cake and then BAM. Back to Darcy’s for painting followed by an extreme night Karaoke.

Lord Almighty. It really was the single most exciting night of Karaoke ever to go down. While it started out light with very few attendees, the party quickly picked up upon the arrival of an amazing table of twenty somethings. The highlight might have been their performance of Chris Brown’s No Air. The Karaoke display started malfunctioning mid-song, so the male singer ad-libbed the entire performance while the female singer danced and sang artistic vocal stylings. Other highlights: I did well with Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy, and Darcy owned Michael Jackson’s PYT. I ended up getting contact information for a representative at the fun table as well as for Darcy’s friends Becca and Keara. Future Karaoke events are pending.

Saturday started with a haircut, coffee with Jen, and a wealth of moving with Darcy followed by a feast of unparalleled proportions at Viv’s. I’m fairly sure that every MikeDiDonato.com reader is aware that Vivienne is the best cook ever. Well. Her dad is even better. He’s a chef, and they worked together on this extravaganza. AND (you’d better sit down, this is huge) I was honored on Saturday by being asked to assist with the grill.

Can you appreciate the significance here? Vivienne and her Dad, the chefs of chefs, asking for my assistance with grilling?

oooooh yeeeah

What was on the menu you ask? Viv and Viv’s Dad only served extremely delicious foods at this event. Chicken Wings, Dumplings, Corn, Steaks, Ribs, Spring Rolls, Scallion Pancakes, Tomato Pie, THE Chocolate Cake…. it was like some sort of food Nirvana.

Sunday? More packing for Darcy and some furniture assembly for Vivienne. I was so crazily productive, I think I might… I just might… have reached Dad D levels of ambition – even if just for a moment.

Monday? A farewell BBQ for roommate Nick. Nick’s been with the House of Rock for about six months now and has made quite the impact. He has finally secured a job up near Boston so we bid him adieu on Monday with a BBQ. A bunch of people showed up. We ate more food. We played stupid games. Classic good times.

It was great to meet so many new people last weekend, but it’s sad to see Darcy and Nick leave our company – such awesome friends.

Best of luck Darce and Nick. You guys will be missed!!

Anthropomorphic Appliances.

I like naming things. House of Rock, Rod Zapa… it’s fun.

Recently Shaun acquired a new food processor. We were going back and forth recommending different names. Roommate Nick came up with the winner.

Shredder and the Footsoliders (The food processor)

Excellent suggestion Nick. We’re going to have to decorate it with decals.

Poseidon vs. The HoR.

Special thanks to Roommate Brian and Roommate Nick for tackling the torrential flooding of the House of Rock basement. Last night, as the rain poured down aggressively outside and those last waking thoughts filtered through my consciousness, I remember pausing… “I should check the basement.”

There’s a word for this. There’s a word for that precise moment when you make up your mind to do something, all systems are go… but then you don’t do it. I just spent 15 minutes trying unsuccessfully to hunt it down this word, if anyone knows it, please post it in the comments.

Anyway, I didn’t check the basement. Instead, I fell asleep.

Thankfully, Roommate Brian had to go to the basement to retrieve something. He quickly found 5-8 inches of water. The sump pump had been unable to keep up with the rain + melted snow.

Brian jumped to action, got a new pump, rigged it up, and he and Nick saved as many water perishable items as they could by bringing them up to the garage. Most importantly, Nick’s new motorcycle engine, the HoR furnace, and the water heater were all saved from the destruction. Not so lucky were our packing boxes, and some of my silk screening supplies.

Needless to say, much of tonight is going to be spent trying to recover those items that didn’t do as well against the full wrath of the flood.

Stay dry good readers! Stay dry!