Something happened in our kitchen about a week ago that I’m not very happy about. Our dishwasher quit — and I don’t mean my husband. I called our go-to appliance repair guy who told me that our model had been recalled for safety reasons. Problems with electrical fires, or something insignificant like that. Apparently we were supposed to “shut the fuse off to the dishwasher immediately” two years ago.
Just like everything else in our house, fixing the dishwasher is a Herculean task. First, the Maytag people won’t repair it because it has the wrong kind of pipe in the back; until that’s replaced by a plumber, Maytag won’t budge. So, we’re going to choose the rebate option which covers about 30% of the cost of a new dishwasher. (I say, if you sell me a dishwasher that can send my house up in flames, shouldn’t you replace the entire thing, free of charge?)
This all sounds simple enough, but apparently our dishwasher is installed improperly. The space for it is too narrow so there isn’t room for a brace on one side, which means the counter rests on the top of the appliance and that’s a big no-no. Apparently, many repair men won’t install a dishwasher that way — we have to first get a carpenter to come in, tear up the counter, cut back some of the lower cupboard, and who knows what else. Since we’re planning to have a contractor come in the fall and rip up our kitchen floors to fix a leak that no one can seem to handle, we figure it’s more cost effective to handle the dishwasher issue then.
So it’s back to hand washing the dishes, which I haven’t done since 1908.
I like dishwashers — they prevent build up in the sink, and they clean dishes way better than me… as I’m reminded every time B pulls a glass out of the cupboard and notices stuff like dried shredded carrot stuck to the rim. It’s completely unfair that he never seems to leave gunk on the dishes. Which is why the real answer to our problem here should probably begin with the letter “B,” don’t you think? I’ll have to share that with him tonight.
Clearly I am not my mother’s daughter on this one. She never had a dishwasher — even with 10 children. She preferred doing dishes by hand — and still does. In fact, she likes washing dishes. When I was young, she’d assign me bath and bed times with the little ones so she could escape to the kitchen for a few relative moments of quiet with the dirty dishes. She found it therapeutic. Plus, she was fussy about how she liked them done.
So it looks like we’re forced to be slower about our dishes right now. Which is no doubt good for me. But I have a feeling I’m not going to miss it one bit when modern convenience comes to live with us again.
On that note, I have to go attack the mound of dirty plates and cups in our sink before my day gets crazy. We’re preparing for a fun party with friends tomorrow and I have a million things to do — I look forward to sharing more details with you next week. In the meantime, here are a few items I found around the web that you might enjoy:
- The bran muffin to end all bran muffins?
- Organize or find a babysitting coop.
- Creative ways to repurpose, reuse, and up cycle old things.
- Non-dairy, vegan chocolate pudding pops for summertime.