Tonight's dishes were mainly plates: fallout from the first (and probably only) successful house party I have thrown in Toronto during my somewhat brief stay here. The only thing on the menu was pizza (good pizza from a good pizza place). Why am I using all this soap and water to wipe off flakes of cheese and cornmeal? This is a good use of potable water huh.
It has taken me since August of last year to figure out a method of dishwashing that I do not find frustrating and aggravating, and still all I have really done is constructed a mutated version of Kalea's method:
1. Arrange a good selection of like-sized dishes (bowls/plates, pots/pans, glasses/mugs/utensils) in the sink in such a way as to facilitate maximum soakage (still figuring this part out).
2. Cry havoc and let loose the suds of hell and by this I mean fill the sink with water and soap.
3. Go do something more entertaining than watching a sink fill up with water.
4. Scrub the first round of dishes, placing them on the dry rack. SGRUB.
5. When the dry rack's full, take a break from scrubbing and putz around on the internet for five minutes (or however long it takes for the dish rack dishes to dry), then put the dried dish rack dishes away to make room for more scrubbed dishes.
6. Re-initiate scrubbage. Repeat until first round is done. Repeat steps 1 through 6 for second round of dishes and so on.
7. Once dishes are complete, give yourself a pat on the back and draw a comic and write a stupid blog about what methods of dishwashing you employ.
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