When we renovated the kitchen several years back we decided not to install a dishwasher thinking there is just the two of us, how many dirty dishes could there be? Not well thought out when one of us is a chef. I can utilize A LOT of pots and pans and cutlery when putting a meal together, but in my defense, I am a clean cook, meaning I clean as I go so I keep a handle on the fall out.
And although I find myself periodically pining for a dishwasher I do find it relaxing washing by hand. Sometimes. When I was younger living at home this was when I sang – over a hot soapy sink, alone in the kitchen with good acoustics. Other times it seems as though my hands are constantly in the sink.
My hands, when I look at them I think of a commercial when I was a kid. It promoted a particular dish soap claiming you wouldn’t be able to tell who was the daughter and who was the mother by just looking at their hands. If my hands today were put up they would have no trouble guessing who was the mother; I’d win, hands down. I never wear gloves, my hands are in and out of water constantly when in the kitchen, I should take out stock shares in Aveeno moisturizer.
But it’s all good; Bob washes up after dinner often, or in the morning before I get up – and to be honest washing up by hand is a meditative act. Hot water, fragrant soft bubbles and the slow action of rubbing a dishcloth around and around a plate gives you time to think – or sing.