For the past week I’ve been dealing with the ultimate in #whitegirlproblems – in fact, it’s a #whitegirlproblem wrapped up in a #middleclassproblem mixed with sheer hell. You see, my dishwasher hasn’t been working. I know, I know – there are far greater problems facing the world right now… entire populations displaced, Zika virus, global warming… But when you like to cook (and don’t fancy eating off paper plates every night), let’s just say a non-functioning dishwasher isn’t exactly funsies.
Therefore I’ve put any thought of elaborate concoctions well and truly on the back burner (haha) for the next two weeks until the spare part I need arrives from the remote corners of Uzbekistan or wherever it’s coming from, and have been looking for easy things that don’t require 47 different implements.
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