Last weekend represented an important step in our kitchen’s rebirth. On Friday our electrician installed the last of our new outlets, and, more importantly, connected our dishwasher. When I came home, I found this pile of stuff on the counter. It had all been inside the dishwasher, like giblets in a frozen turkey.
By Sunday afternoon we had created enough dirty dishes to make a reasonable load, and it was time for a test run. I love its shiny stainless steel interior, like an inverted disco ball. I know, you all have dishwashers and you know what they look like inside. But this one is special: this one’s MINE. The first dishwasher I’ve had in almost 30 years.
What the heck am I supposed to do with these two eyeballs?? Ah … one goes here.
Power on. Cycle selected. Three, two, one … launch! And then wait, breathlessly. No explosions, no leaks, no sparks … and no noise. Of course, I’ve had dishwashers in my distant past, and I remember their growls and sloshes and chug-chugging sounds … but I had to stand next to this one to hear it! I was amazed. Duke was pickin’ up good vibrations. The storm outside was a lot louder than the dishwasher.
We wondered what could possibly be going on in there for it to take over two hours for the normal cycle. By reading the owner’s manual we discovered that on the normal cycle, the wash arms operate one at a time. In the future we’ll use the quick cycle to save time. Eventually we left the room, feeling secure that no watery disaster would befall us, unlike the weather lately.
We came back in time to witness the end of its inaugural cycle. When the timer counted down to zero, a chime sounded. But wait–it wasn’t just a ding-ding. It actually played a little song–a victorious little ditty befitting the occasion. Is it possible to fall in love with a dishwasher??
Then, the moment of truth: I opened the door and reached into its tropical depths. So this is what clean dishes look like!! No baked-on grease left behind. No coffee stains in the cups. An old glass that had been etched with water scale glistened like new. Everything glistened like new. This thing isn’t just a dishwasher … it’s a miracle! LG, where have you been all my life??
I still love my old Armstrong dishwasher, though, and so does Duke. Here are the two models, old and new. I’ll keep them both—it’s always good to have a back-up!