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Dishwasher Vindication

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This is not my kitchen, but my kitchen is this color.

Strange people, really odd people, live at my house.  Not only is there no dishwasher (listen to the gasps), but we do have a purple kitchen.  We didn’t set out to have a purple kitchen–it just happened that way.  It used to be yellow, but after more than a decade we suspected that the bright color was contributing to a general unease in our family–it was vaguely energizing, but in a room that didn’t benefit from additional nervous energy, so when we decided to replace out horrid vintage laminate counter top with something more attractive we opted to go the whole way.  We looked at the entire palate of bland neutral colors and nearly settled on some sort of sandy speckled yawner when my wife pulled out a purple sample card and said “What about…?”

“Yes!” I blurted, nodding conspiratorially.  So we’ve got some purple counters–not lavender, not violet, but purple. Think artificial grape. We expected to get some criticism, as we did when we first moved in and painted the living room Very Bright Green.  My aunt, ever sensitive, stepped into the living room of our newly purchased and refitted house and remarked, “It’s going to look great once you do something about this awful paint.”

Nothing like that has sprung from the purple kitchen, but we’ve noticed visitors looking at things a lot more closely, and from them we’ve heard a lot of surprise from rsporkfolks who are shocked to discover we don’t have a dishwasher.  They don’t know how we do it.  They know they could never survive.  There’s a touch of surprise, but a strong current of pity and not a little fear–could this happen to us?  Could we not have a dishwasher?  They whisper to each other when our backs are turned, and act surprised when we don’t serve them on paper plates with plastic sporks.  As if we’re savages.

We just never got around it.  My father in law brought us a nearly new machine that my wife’s sister had  rejected from her new home–it didn’t match the decor or something–and I kept it in the garage for a decade, all with the intent of installing it someday, but we finally dragged it to the curb last autumn, still practically new but considerably more dusty.  It was gone within minutes, presumably to a good and appreciative home, but then who doesn’t appreciate a good, solid dishwasher?

49cbd4a8e2285eea89d069a68ca97be4a477bd5b7400ee0f68c613f216b40b3dIt’s just–I’ve spent too much time in other people’s kitchens, watching them scrape and spray off, chisel at, and actually scrub their dirty dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and I don’t get it.  Why do they wash their dishes before they put their dishes in the dishwasher–if you’re going to do that, why not just have a “dish rinser?” I can wash by hand as quickly as any machine, probably more quickly in many cases, with a lot less noise. I don’t have to embark on a major engineering project stacking the dishes in the machine, then extricating them, and I don’t have to stand around later picking all the dried food particles off of the glasses and silverware before they get put away.

It makes no sense.  I can’t think of another machine that requires us to do all the work before we use it.  Imagine browning starting a small fire in order to brown bread before we put it in the toaster, or sweeping your entire house with a broom before running the vacuum, or shaving* with a razor before using an electric shaver?  It’s ridiculous.

And now it seems that the reason so many people have sniffling, sickly kids may be because of the damn dishwasher not, as I presumed, their innate genetic inferiority.  See, I knew something was funny with that machine.  I never trusted it one bit.  Who is the paleo-housekeeper now, Mouseketeers?  Now, I know this is science–so those of you on the right side of the theater might not believe in it, but maybe there’s something to it.

*I’ve heard some men actually do this to their faces.

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

One reply on “Dishwasher Vindication”

I do sweep the room before using the vacuum to make sure I got what is under the furniture and in the corners. I also like the dishwasher. Plates have to be scraped first regardless of how you wash them. Only men have a spatial problem and are unable to properly fill a dishwasher, and the water in the machine can get a lot hotter than my hands can stand which presumably kills more germs, and my hands do not look like prunes after I load the dishwasher like they do when I have finished all the dinner dishes by hand. Instead of standing alone at the sink, flinging water everywhere and ending up with a sopping cloth before I can put the dishes on the shelf, I can quickly put them in the DW and sit down to enjoy my after dinner time with others. I am sure than you rinse the dishes before putting them in the soapy water so that each dish is not taking on the grease and food bits from other dishes, and then you spend time with a brush or sponge or scrubby while I let the DW do that work. And the biggest reason of all that I use a DW is that I hate handwashing dirty silverware. Yuck! Who wants to touch that with their hands? And if I use rubber gloves, the water always gets inside of them. Ewww.

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