A few years ago, I wrote a post about how I didn’t understand why people need a dishwasher. Didn’t grow up using one, never met one that actually did a good job cleaning my plates, and when we moved into a house without one, I never missed it.
Well, after a few weeks of using my dishwasher, this is all I have to say… dishwasher, I can’t stay mad at you.
Let’s just say the hard water scales have fallen off my eyes. My new machine is better than the junky 1980s models in my old apartments, the ones where you had to basically pre-wash your spaghetti-smeared plates and coffee stained mugs if you wanted them to come out without crust, stains or smells. Better living through science, I say!
And let’s talk about those pods. They seem so wasteful, with all that individual packaging. And the neon blue rinse aid — is that really needed? Yes to everything, I say! I tried one of the sample pods that came with the machine. Not bad, not bad at all, I thought. But during my next trip to the store, I picked up a bulk jug of natural detergent whose name and label suggests it won’t kill wildlife or cause cancer. It wasn’t bad either, but I admit the pods got my dishes (even the glassware) supernaturally clean, as if they were brand new.
So consider this a public service announcement, my non-dishwasher using Asian peeps. The dishwasher is your friend.