Not to get too uncharacteristically mawkish, but I’m going to take a quick moment to pause and celebrate the past 19 beautiful, crazy, unforgettable months, which make everything before them seem like but a distant memory.

Dear, cheap dishwasher, I never want to be without you again.

You make even botched cooking experiments bearable.  ”At least I don’t have to do the dishes!” I can chortle as I plunk a Pyrex casserole dish with baked-on whatever into the bottom rack.

You mean that I no longer need to end my days facing a stack of dirtied silverware.  (Washing large prep bowls and pans by hand is no problem, but wiping out and rinsing a stack of forks and spoons?  Tedious.)

You keep all of the bajillionty little plastic components of Theo’s actually-pretty-largely-leakproof straw cups sanitized and free of milk gunk residue.

You mean that I can clean up meals by chucking plates in the bottom rack and cackling, “Clean for me, robot!”

Dear dishwasher: my life will never be the same.

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