I love my dishwasher. There’s something really wonderful about loading a big box full of dirty stuff and having it come out clean. I spent the first 5 years of my marriage in rentals that didn’t have dishwashers. I hated almost every minute of it. There’s definitely something novel about this big box for me. I didn’t grow up in a home with a dishwasher either. My parents got a microwave, dishwasher, an extra bathroom and 2 extra TV’s when my sister and I went off to college. Does this make sense to anyone?
So having a dishwasher is like having a wife for me ( I loved saying that…lol….but it’s so true and we all know it!). When we first moved in to our house the dishwasher didn’t work so well. Nothing got clean. I tried everything till that next summer we sold it to our neighbor in a garage sale and bought a new one. Maybe Jeremy read the directions when he installed it or something, but sometime over the next few weeks we realized we had soft water and we needed to add salt. Amazing how clean those dishes were after that. What can I say….we were young and stupid, but it sure was an expensive mistake….lol!
So after dinner and it’s my turn to clean up……oh wait…..it’s ALWAYS my turn to clean up, unless my dear hubby miraculously offers to do it. (yes, you do detect some element of bitterness there…lol) I like to get as much in to my dishwasher as humanly possible. My sister and I have a theory that in actuality cheaper dishwashers are better at cleaning. She always lives in these nice new houses with super small…..but expensive dishwashers and they never work. She has to wash her dishes before putting them in to the dishwasher. This is so not the point as far as I’m concerned. I may as well just wash the dishes by hand. I’m so sorry if you are a double-washer. I pity you.
So my big, inexpensive frigidaire gets the job done quite nicely (no, I’m not giving away a dishwasher, nor am I getting paid for this little advertisement, but it does sound that way! And quite frankly I wish they were paying me for this advertisement. Maybe I’ll send this to the people at frigidaire?).
So after dinner I start to pile in the dishes. I do just what the “green, crunchy” people say and I don’t rinse my dishes. I just wipe and throw them in. Then I like to see just how much I can actually fit in to the dishwasher before I attempt to close it. I’m not kidding you when I tell you this…..if the swirly-doo’s are still spinning, it means I can fit more in. OK….this is actually my judge of “fullness:” can the swirly-doo’s actually spin. If they can, I’m good. I know there is a correct word for those swirly-doo’s but I really can’t think of it right now so swirly-doo’s will have to do, do, do.
I also like to see exactly how much I can fit of my household items in to the dishwasher as well. Just last week I was cleaning my kitchen and noticed how dirty the grill was on my microwave and under my refrigerator.
Did I tell you that I do NOT scrub. Not when there is a dishwasher in the house.
Jeremy attempted to get them to fit and they didn’t. He gave up WAY to soon. But do you think I let THAT distract me from my mission…..NO! I made them fit, and I’m so proud to say they did not break in the process. I had to wedge it in to a corner in the back, at an angle. I even took the bottom rack out. Then I had to hold it in a certain position and then I squeezed my hand in the door and as I carefully pulled my hand out, I slammed the door. I had to push extra hard, but nothing broke…..and I’m telling you, my trusted little frigidaire box did such a nice job. No more dust, grime, oil splatter, they were good as new. White and clean.
I read an article recently about all the things you could wash with a dishwasher. I have done most. I love washing crocs in the dishwasher. I even washed my sons little potty in the dishwasher……ewwwww. I know. But I did it by itself and did high temperature wash. Beautiful. Like new. I have actually considered doing the whole “steamed salmon” in the dishwasher (not with the potty, I promise), but I have heard my dishwasher will smell like salmon for weeks and I just don’t think I can stomach that. If you have tried Salmon, I would love to hear about it. And if you’ve cooked brownies in the dishwasher, I’d love to hear about that too. Maybe my dishwasher would smell like brownies for weeks. I love it!
Lately, life has been like a pile of stinky dirty dishes and I’ve been trying to wash them by hand and I can never catch up. But for me, God is like the ultimate dishwasher. So trite, I know, but bear with me.
I can throw as much crud as humanly possible at Him and he is not daunted. I can stuff as much at Him as humanly possible, wedge it, and look the other way as I slam the door shut and he does not waver. He only brings clarity. He can take the dirtiest, filthiest, grease spattered, marshmallow goo’d, burnt cheese crusted dishes and wipe it clean. He’s seen it all, heard it all, nothing is new to him.
Read this in light of your own mess and baked on goo:
12We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! (1 Corinthians 13:12 TMB)
I have learned that God isn’t scared by a little goo. He’s not put off by angry tirades. He’s not daunted by mountains. But no matter what has happened in my life, whether it be cancer, job loss, job frustration, sin in my life…..whatever. I just pile it in, close the door, and when I open my heart to God, listen to what He has to say, follow His leading in my life, He brings nothing but clarity. I am so glad for the day I entered into this mysterious and wonderful relationship. I’m thankful for the clarity He’s brought me daily in whatever circumstances of my life. He’s SO dishwasher safe!
You would make my day if you left me comments to tell me what you put in your dishwasher…..and if you know a good brownie recipe for the dishwasher!