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Nov. 12th, 2009 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sigmastolenSo, wooden cookware doesn't go in the dishwasher, right? Because the long time in the water, and then the heated dry cycle, are bad for the wood -- it makes the grain split and dry out. Are we in agreement?
Flatmate, apparently, is not.
I have a set of pretty nice bamboo cooking implements -- a spatula, a solid spoon, a slotted spoon. I used the slotted spoon the other day (yesterday? really, it's only been a day?) to make fried rice, and I washed it by hand and left it in the drying rack. More fried rice today (because I need to finish both the rice and the broccoli before they go off, yeah? it is of mild urgency), and I went to grab the slotted spoon from the drying rack, but it wasn't there. Nor was it in the drawer where it lives when it's clean.
Where was it? In the dishwasher, slathered in spaghetti sauce. And you know, I had wondered the other day why the grain was fraying.
See, last year we didn't have a dishwasher, and while I was bothered then by not-clean clean dishes and trash in the sink, it's worse this year, because not only is Roomie not here to be a buffer and to commiserate with, the dishwasher has always been my chore. There is a right way and a wrong way to use your dishwasher, and my way is The Right Way. Period.
Flatmate's is Not.
(we've had the conversation about Rinsing Things For The Love Of God before, too, but, like the Run The Goddamn Garbage Disposal conversation, it apparently DOES NOT SINK IN.)
I CAN HAS MOVE OUT NAO PLS?
Flatmate, apparently, is not.
I have a set of pretty nice bamboo cooking implements -- a spatula, a solid spoon, a slotted spoon. I used the slotted spoon the other day (yesterday? really, it's only been a day?) to make fried rice, and I washed it by hand and left it in the drying rack. More fried rice today (because I need to finish both the rice and the broccoli before they go off, yeah? it is of mild urgency), and I went to grab the slotted spoon from the drying rack, but it wasn't there. Nor was it in the drawer where it lives when it's clean.
Where was it? In the dishwasher, slathered in spaghetti sauce. And you know, I had wondered the other day why the grain was fraying.
See, last year we didn't have a dishwasher, and while I was bothered then by not-clean clean dishes and trash in the sink, it's worse this year, because not only is Roomie not here to be a buffer and to commiserate with, the dishwasher has always been my chore. There is a right way and a wrong way to use your dishwasher, and my way is The Right Way. Period.
Flatmate's is Not.
(we've had the conversation about Rinsing Things For The Love Of God before, too, but, like the Run The Goddamn Garbage Disposal conversation, it apparently DOES NOT SINK IN.)
I CAN HAS MOVE OUT NAO PLS?
