I have lived my apartment for nine months and I learned something new this week- I have a dishwasher.
An actual machine, that cleans dishes automatically, right in my kitchen. It has been here the entire time, and I’m not even the one that found it a few days ago.
Just to remind you, my Italian kitchen looks like this. It is not that big. You would think that a dishwasher would be hard to miss. You would think…
I came home Saturday afternoon to EGGS! That’s right, I found a boy in Italy who not only approves of eating eggs in the morning, but even knows how to make them.
With the table set and a huge brunch spread in front of me, I thought I couldn’t be happier. Until I heard those sweet, sweet words- “How come you never told me you had a dishwasher?”
“I DO?!?! Where??”
I do. It’s right there. Hidden in a cabinet.
In my defense, I don’t have that much stuff here in Rome. My kitchen is sparsely occupied by a few pots and pans, a french press, 4 plates, 4 bowls, and 6 wine glasses. (Hey. Everyone needs more wine glasses, ok?)
I always thought that this cabinet was stuck. It didn’t open easily, so I just left it alone. For nine months…
I might be leaving it alone for even longer. Pushing different combinations of foreign buttons has resulted in no actual dishwashing.
7 thoughts on “I Have an Italian DISHWASHER!”
this is hilarious–like right out of a movie! yay to clean dishes!
That’s just hilarious. It’s so hilarious it doesn’t even seem real.
Ya might want to double check any other stuck doors. You might have an extra bedroom.
What about a trash dispenser?
Michelle- I love you.
Hahahah something like this happened to me in my first apartment in Monza. I was living there for 10 months and the day before I left someone asked me, do you have anything up there? And I said up where? There was a lofted space that I never knew existed LOL.
Cheers to more happy finds- at least you have a dish rack to dry things 🙂