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.