Was I grateful for that dishwasher? Immensely.
Was it my favourite dishwasher in the world? Not remotely.
So when we got an estimate for how much it would cost to fix it versus how much it would cost to simply get a new machine...guess what we went with.
Is that environmentally friendly? I honestly don't think so.
Do I know why manufacturers make machines that aren't easily repairable? Absolutely not.
I mean, I understand that it ultimately means more money for them, but it really feels like it would be better for everybody if these things were simply...easy to repair.
*****
We're about a month into the semester and things are heating up. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday is once again an absolute marathon.
The dishwasher broke on Monday—and for once not after I had touched it last (both the stove and the washing machine died after I touched them last but the dishwasher is not on me!).
On Tuesday (my long day on campus), Andrew ordered pizza for dinner.
On Wednesday we had leftovers.
On Thursday we had leftovers.
On Friday our new dishwasher was delivered and installed and...we had leftovers.
It's not that we're not capable of doing hand dishes (because, trust me, we did a lot of hand dishes this week). It's just that...Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday is a marathon, anyway, so we wanted to stick to simple meals that didn't create big kitchen messes.
By Friday when we called for leftover night, however, we were surprised to learn that we were getting down to the dregs of what was in the refrigerator.
We all gathered around the table, prayed over the food, and then started exploring the tower of containers that had been so carefully carried from the fridge to the table.
"Let's see..." Andrew said rubbing his hands together before rifling through the containers. "What do we have here? We have...spaghetti sauce, we have cranberry sauce, we have buttermilk syrup..."
His enthusiasm was waning.
"We have gravy...we have refried beans...we have sour cream...we have..."
He sighed a big sigh.
"This does not look like dinner," one child remarked.
"Yeah. What is this—dipping sauce night?" another kid quipped.
"I think I saw some pancakes in the freezer," I offered helpfully.
"It's frozen pancake night!" Andrew declared.
So some of us had frozen pancakes toasted in the microwave (served up with buttermilk syrup or cranberry sauce) some of us had "poor man's pizza" (a piece of bread, toasted, with tomato sauce and melted cheese), and some of us had bean burritos warmed up in the microwave.
Perhaps we won't depend so heavily on leftovers next week....
Perhaps we won't depend so heavily on leftovers next week....
*****
Also, the new dishwasher fits in the space! And has three racks instead of two, which feels magical! And Andrew's been so excited about it that I haven't even had a chance to load it yet!
* YOYO stands for "you're on your own"; we sometimes say YOLO for "your own/leftovers"
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