We've instituted new household rules regarding dishes lately. Namely, if you didn't cook, but you ate the food, you do the dishes. So:
If Adam cooks gluteny pasta for Elayna, I do not have to wash that pot.
cooks something gluten-free for all of us, generally I wash dishes. Sometimes Adam does.
If I cook, I wash dishes.
Because, see, when I cook, mostly I use the crockpot. So I'm doing dinner prep hours before anyone else gets home.
And I could
leave the cutting board and onion skin and knife and measuring spoons out for the few hours until the guys get home. It would be within the rules and my rights.
But I cannot walk by a pile of onion skin and a bunch of dirty stuff all day, I just cannot do it.
So everyone cooks, I clean. I cook, I clean. The only
time I don't clean is when the dishes are coated with a toxic substance. Like the pasta pot that's been sitting in the sink for days. *twitch*
We need to reevaluate this system.
Related: Dinner tonight is maple dijon chicken
. The friend who's tabling with me tonight is coming over early for dinner and has asked what wine I prefer; I fear that he has elevated expectations of my cooking, which is less Stuff That Requires Wine than Stuff That You Dump into a Crockpot and Forget About Until You're Like "Mmm, Something Smells Yummy - Oh Yeah, I Was Cooking Something".
Also, yay that this requires no arduous squash-chopping. I have been dancing the entire time. Y'all, a bunch of sweet potatoes, a sharp knife, and Alien Ant Farm's cover of "Smooth Criminal" are all I need in life.