Kitchen Disaster or Brilliant Multitasking? (with pics!)
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Apparently not all soaps are created equal.
Laundry detergent goes in the washing machine.
Hand soap goes on your hands.
Dishwasher soap (in liquid, gel pack, or powder form!) goes in the dishwasher.
And dish soap goes in the sink.
I am the reason there are warning labels on household products.
I had a lot of post-Christmas dishes to wash. Some, unfortunately, had been in the sink (rinsed!) since Christmas day. And then there was yesterday's dishes that I hadn't yet washed. And the dishes from the (delicious!) Seafood Lasagna from lunch. I'd like to say that I'm usually not such a slob, but I really hate washing dishes, and neither Adrian nor I felt inclined to do more than rinse the food off the dishes before stacking them back in the sink.
It was apparent after lunch today that dish washing was unavoidable.
After cleaning up the kitchen and gathering up stray cups and plates and silverware from the dining room and living room, I began loading the dishwasher. The kitchen was looking better already.
I grabbed the generic dishwasher powder and shook the granules into their little pocket inside the dishwasher. I got about a teaspoon of those brisk-smelling granules out before the box fell silent. We were out of dishwasher soap. Bummer.
I looked under the sink, hoping that a stray gel packet might be lurking under a scrubbing pad somewhere. There were none to be found, but I noticed that I had an abundance of dish soap.
You know where this is heading, don't you? I'll bet you know better than to do something this stupid.
Unfortunately, I didn't know better.
I squeezed the fragrant orange liquid soap into the dishwasher pocket, filling it up. I closed the little latch, and closed the door to the dishwasher, pleased with my resourcefulness.
I went about my business, and stopped back by the kitchen later to thaw out some ribs only to be faced with a fundamental truth about soap and a sad reminder about the perils of not following directions or reading warning labels.
Dish soap doesn't belong in the dishwasher.
I still haven't figured out how I'm going to get all the bubbles out of the dishwasher (the situation has become even more bubbly since the photos were taken), but I did have a really great idea about what I'm going to do with the bubbles I can get out...
I'm going to use them to mop the floor! How brilliant is that? Even Adrian thinks it's a sharp idea (although he may just be saying that because he really, really wants me to mop the floor!).
Despite the mess, I must say...bubbles make me happy.
Laundry detergent goes in the washing machine.
Hand soap goes on your hands.
Dishwasher soap (in liquid, gel pack, or powder form!) goes in the dishwasher.
And dish soap goes in the sink.
I am the reason there are warning labels on household products.
I had a lot of post-Christmas dishes to wash. Some, unfortunately, had been in the sink (rinsed!) since Christmas day. And then there was yesterday's dishes that I hadn't yet washed. And the dishes from the (delicious!) Seafood Lasagna from lunch. I'd like to say that I'm usually not such a slob, but I really hate washing dishes, and neither Adrian nor I felt inclined to do more than rinse the food off the dishes before stacking them back in the sink.
It was apparent after lunch today that dish washing was unavoidable.
After cleaning up the kitchen and gathering up stray cups and plates and silverware from the dining room and living room, I began loading the dishwasher. The kitchen was looking better already.
I grabbed the generic dishwasher powder and shook the granules into their little pocket inside the dishwasher. I got about a teaspoon of those brisk-smelling granules out before the box fell silent. We were out of dishwasher soap. Bummer.
I looked under the sink, hoping that a stray gel packet might be lurking under a scrubbing pad somewhere. There were none to be found, but I noticed that I had an abundance of dish soap.
You know where this is heading, don't you? I'll bet you know better than to do something this stupid.
Unfortunately, I didn't know better.
I squeezed the fragrant orange liquid soap into the dishwasher pocket, filling it up. I closed the little latch, and closed the door to the dishwasher, pleased with my resourcefulness.
I went about my business, and stopped back by the kitchen later to thaw out some ribs only to be faced with a fundamental truth about soap and a sad reminder about the perils of not following directions or reading warning labels.
Dish soap doesn't belong in the dishwasher.
I still haven't figured out how I'm going to get all the bubbles out of the dishwasher (the situation has become even more bubbly since the photos were taken), but I did have a really great idea about what I'm going to do with the bubbles I can get out...
I'm going to use them to mop the floor! How brilliant is that? Even Adrian thinks it's a sharp idea (although he may just be saying that because he really, really wants me to mop the floor!).
Despite the mess, I must say...bubbles make me happy.
I really just assumed it would be the same difference. How wrong we were, eh?
