I can't explain how fantastic it is to finally have something that just hides the ugly, sticky dishes away in. It's literally a cupboard where you stash your mess until you are ready to push a button and in an hour, boom.. your mess is clean. Imagine explaining that to your great grandparents? The dishwasher would be a serious Jetson-like invention to your great grandparents.
However, I am ruined for life now that I have tasted the fruits of Eden's Garden; my Kenmore dishwasher. I now make it a goal, a true accomplishment to avoid cleaning anything by hand. There are the exceptions; the wok that is too large or my giant cutting board that I don't want to risk ruining with too many dishwashing washes. I swear I will rearrange the entire dishwasher to fit a tiny bowl that would probably only have taken me a moment to clean by hand. I am ruthless at the idea that I will not ever clean a dish that can be easily stowed away and forgotten in the miracle that is my dishwasher. Loading the dishwasher properly is a fine art. It must be done properly and when I have company over that wants to help I cringe at their loading styles. When I am cooking a big dinner, for Thanksgiving or Christmas, I usually do a couple of loads if I can. By the time we all eat, those dirty gravy smeared plates can head right into their rightful homes.
Did I take a couple of pictures of my freshly cleaned dishes to show my blogging viewers.. you bet your ass I did! Did I take a selfie with my clean dishes and dishwasher.. but of course. Do I need a life!? .............................maybe.