There's an old saying, “Two heads are better than one.” You know, that's true of most things. Except perhaps rabid Rottweilers in my apartment. I'd rather not have any rabid Rottweilers in my apartment, let alone two of them!
But one idea I heard about a few years ago recently returned to me. Two dishwashers. That's definitely a good idea! The thought being, you would put all your dishes into Dishwasher A to be washed. When that's done, leave them in the dishwasher. When you need a dish, take it from Dishwasher A, and put it into Dishwasher B when you're done with it. When Dishwasher B is filled, run it and then reverse the process, moving the dishes back to Dishwasher A.
Brilliant! No need to take time unloading the dishwasher ever again!
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Attack of the Killer Lasagne
Thinking about my broken coffee press reminded me of the last time I broke one of my dishes, a few years ago. And it was a rather spectacular event too; not one I'd like to repeat. It all began one Sunday afternoon when I decided to make a pan of lasagne...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
In Memoriam
Today I mourn the passing of my coffee press. It seems that when I washed my dishes last night I wasn't careful enough when I put it or other dishes in the sink. When I grabbed it out of the sink to wash it I found a nice big crack down half of it that wasn't there before. Even though I rarely fill it past the half-way mark anyway as I usually only make enough for one mug (if I want more a few hours later I'm better off making it fresh), I suspect the heat would still make it worse, or perhaps even cause it to shatter.
Oh well. It had a full life. It was a birthday gift, from shortly after my brother got married and moved out, taking the coffee maker with him (for some reason he decided he'd rather live with his wife than me—what a jerk!). That would place it at 5 years old. I guess I won't be able to make myself any coffee for a bit, but at least until I get a replacement I can make do with espresso instead. I don't think that will be tough.
Services will be held this Friday evening at 7 PM at the dumpster outside my building.
Oh well. It had a full life. It was a birthday gift, from shortly after my brother got married and moved out, taking the coffee maker with him (for some reason he decided he'd rather live with his wife than me—what a jerk!). That would place it at 5 years old. I guess I won't be able to make myself any coffee for a bit, but at least until I get a replacement I can make do with espresso instead. I don't think that will be tough.
Services will be held this Friday evening at 7 PM at the dumpster outside my building.
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