The other night I made dinner. That should be a miracle in itself because 1) I don’t cook, & 2) It has been forever since we had a kitchen in which to cook. Of course, my “making dinner” was more like making breakfast (something I am good at) because I made french toast, homemade syrup, and eggs. I considered taking a picture of the process, but it’s never a good idea to get between me and food when I’m as hungry as I was. So I give you a picture, instead, of the dishes made in the process.
But the real miracle of the evening was when I finished eating. I took the dishes off the counter and stove and I rinsed them. I always rinse dishes, but what happened next? I put the dishes in the dishwasher. Do any of you know what a miracle that is?
Six years without a dishwasher can really offer perspective. I mean, you can make dinner and then not spend and hour doing dishes afterward, which can really kill the joy of eating dinner. And doing dishes, for me, suffocates any enjoyment out of making dinner, so this contraption — a DISHWASHER– is a miracle. If you have forgotten that I suggest going without for a while. Then you can love your dishwasher as much as I love mine.