Friends, I have a confession to make.
Last night I ran the dishwasher when it wasn’t completely full.
I used to read the admonishments in crunchy literature about waiting until the dishwasher was full and think “Who would run a dishwasher before it was full? Any why?” I have even used this blog to brag about my dishwasher loading prowess. No mixing bowl was too large, no collection of plates so tightly packed that an additional plate would be left out.
(Mostly because I despise washing dishes by hand.)
(But I don’t put things with wood handles in the dishwasher.)
(I think my sister does. She hates washing dishes by hand even more than I do.)
Last night, though, I found out exactly why a tofu-eating, Goodwill-shopping, organic-food-buying, Austin-living, non-SUV-driving, meat-avoiding, even-tiny-scrap-of-paper-recycling, formerly-Green-Party-registering, 50-Simple-Things-You-Can-Do-To-Save-The-Earth-buying, upright eco-mama such as myself might run a dishwasher before it was full.
When you only own four stainless steel cups for your kid to drink out of, and he is demanding two cups per meal, and he’s almost three so he eats like five meals a day, and you have spent approximately half the day at the kitchen sink washing tiny stainless steel cups (with zebras on the bottom!) by hand?
THAT my friends is when you too might be tempted to run the dishwasher at the end of the day regardless of whether more dishes could conceivably be placed therein.
To you this dishwasher might have looked full. I know better, though. If I had been fortunate enough to have dirtied three additional plates, two small bowls, and half a dozen pieces of flatware yesterday, plus a cake stand or a blender jar or even a measly pie plate, then perhaps I could have been spared this humiliation.
Do you think the Austin hippie police are coming for me now?
Do you think they can be bribed with locally grown pattypan squash? ‘Cause hell if I know what to do with that thing.