And the spoons! How could you put them in like that? Criminy! Alternate them, or use those little slot tops on the silverware basket! Spooning is great for humans in bed at night, but when spoons spoon in the dishwasher, it's not going to end well.
A few months ago on NPR, I heard some revered comedy writer — and I can't for the life of me remember who it was — discuss how the only real conflict he had with his wife after decades of marriage was how to load the dishwasher. Apparently, it's a fairly common source of relationship strife and turmoil.
And I relate. My girlfriend and I have totally different dishwasher philosophies.
Hers: Cram everything in there, any which way. She would prefer never to wash a single dish, fork or glass by hand if possible.
Mine: Being a bleeding-heart, tree-hugging liberal, I want to maximize every inch of space, cut down on water use, end climate change, save the world — and most of all, drive her (and myself) batshit crazy.
Now, when one of us is loading the dishwasher, we just sort of look at each other and giggle sheepishly. I guess that's the sign of a good relationship, right?
Any thoughts on the great dishwasher divide? Any other restaurant news, gossip, or invaluable housecleaning (and relationship-maintaining) tips?