Everyday when I am loading and unloading my dishwasher (okay, so maybe everyday is something to aspire to . . .) I think of how dreadful it was to have to hand wash a “family’s” worth of daily dishes when I was growing up and well into adulthood. I feel so blessed to have a new-ish home and an even newer dishwasher.
A few years ago, when we were brand-spanking new, first-time homeowners, my husband sort of insisted that we start out with new appliances in our kitchen. I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea of a big frivolous purchase like this, but he really insisted on having matching stainless steel appliances. I guess this is how we balance each other out, because if I didn’t have a dishwasher now, I probably never would unless my home came with one. I can’t help this frugal streak that I have when it comes to what I deem to be extravagance. I have always been the type to hang on to things like cars and televisions until they are no longer in working order.
Back to the dishwasher . . . my secret-lover. I am totally head-over-heels in love with my dishwasher, it’s a Maytag and it looks so sleek and shiny with its hidden-away (I think it’s called “Integrated”) buttons.
Every time I load it up I think of my good-fortune in finding my husband (who happens to be my not-so-secret lover) and his flashy streak. He is totally lost in the kitchen, but he knows very well that the kitchen is my domain, and where I am most comfortable. I’ll tell you what, thanks to him, my kitchen is fully loaded as far as this simple girl is concerned. I’m pretty sure that the dishwasher isn’t extra-extra fancy (or expensive), but I have a tendency to really test its limits in dried-on-lasagna and hideous-pots-and-pans clean-up. I must admit, it’s actually fun for me to wait in anticipation through the High Temp Wash, Heavy Soil, Sanitize, then Heated Dry cycles to see the beautiful, clean kitchen ware that awaits.
Since I’m taking on a very “review” like post today, I might as well mention some
It’s a bit tricky getting used to pressing the buttons because they are on the part of the door that is parallel to the counter top and are totally hidden when the door is closed. In all actuality, I wouldn’t really consider this to be a con because the absence of anything on the door of the unit other than the handle is what makes it so sleek and pretty. With time, I got used to the buttons and now it’s no big deal at all. I just have to be sure to press the buttons before closing the door so that I am not blindly pressing low-profile buttons and simultaneously losing my mind.
Just in case you’d like to spontaneously purchase a Brand-New Dishwasher while also helping a Stay-At-Home-Mom keep her day job . . .