To me the dishwasher always seemed like an insatiable monster that had to be forever fed with dirty dishes. And yes this family were great at satisfying its needs with up to three loads a day during the holidays.
Until it went wrong.
It all began with a funny smell (as these things often do). I sniffed around the sink, nope, checked the bins, okay, and finally I opened the door of the dishwasher. Ugh. But I couldn't see anything. So I cleaned the inside and the filter and ran it again. Something still wasn't right. So I consulted the internet. And discovered there were layers of dishwasher that could be removed. Which I did, and discovered a small pool of stinky water at the very lowest point. Everything was washed and dried, large amounts of baking soda and vinegar were poured in, pipes checked for kinks, and everything smelt good again. Two days ago I was convinced that I'd fixed it. Until a few loads later, when I noticed that the level of water in the bottom was increasing again. More desperate googling, I realised that there could be a blockage in the pipe.
I could probably fix it with a morning under the sink with the iPad and a screwdriver. Or those nice people at Siemens could send someone out to clean out the pipes for a €100 or so. Some time next week.
But maybe I don't want to get it fixed?
Life with an "out of order" dishwasher has been pretty sweet so far.
While idly washing up the old fashioned way I began to think about my relationship with dishwashers, and realised that I don't like them very much at all...
Things I hate about dishwashers
- Cleaning them.
- Loading them.
- Unloading them.
- All that bending.
- Rewashing the stuff the dishwasher can't manage.
- Pre-soaking pans and dishes in the hope that the dishwasher will manage to clean them.
- All that planning - making sure it doesn't need to run when you're going out or going to bed.
- Making sure that everything you need for the next meal is clean.
- Discovering you've running out of dishwasher tablets just when you filled it. That never seems to happen with washing up liquid.
- People loading it ALL WRONG.
- Mugs and glasses getting broken and chipped.
- Being asked several times a day if the stuff in the dishwasher is clean. Eyes, guys.
- Eating breakfast and discovering later (once fully caffeinated) that everything you'd used was unwashed.
Things I love about dishwashers
- They are somewhere to hide the dirty dishes.
- They wash, dry and heat everything. In theory. And with varying degrees of success.
So you know I'm thinking about not fixing the damn thing at all. I might even banish it to the shed. Except I'll then have a big ugly space in my kitchen. I wonder what I could put in it? Hmmm.
But I'll be free. FREE of the tyranny of the dishwasher.
And I'll let you into a little secret. I'm starting to think that washing up by hand is actually quicker...