Finding love through the washing up – the Finish Story


My Mum always told us find a good cook, the looks with fade but cooking improves with age. My Dad on the other hand advised that if one cooks the other should clean – pick the one you want to do and then go find your partner.

Of the two I prefer to cook. I like to do the preparation, create the dish that everyone compliments (critics swiftly find themselves on the sidewalk), and then be free to socialise and mingle as the washing up gets taken care of in the background by elves.

However, slurring “so do you like washing dishes” is not the most coherent or sexiest chat-up line that was ever used in the war of love, so one has to be a little more subtle on ascertaining if your potential suitor is really a match.

Dinner date is always a good way to figure it out – suggest a homemade meal and see if your partner assumes you will be cooking, or, if they jump at the chance to show off their domestic skills. If you do end up cooking wait to see if they either

  • Offer to clean up insisting that you sit, you have been on your feet cooking all day. If they do this you have a winner, seal that sucker down.


  • At least jump up to help with the washing. This is an acceptable second prize.

My husband did one better. After living together for a few months, and constantly being dragged into the kitchen to help with the clean-up, he declared that life was too short for washing dishes and throwing money at the problem, he bought us a dishwasher.

Not the world’s most romantic gift on the surface, but it came with a rule – while the dishwasher was on no other house work could be completed at that time. This machine was not there to ensure other chores were completed, it was there to ensure that we got 30 min to sit down and relax, together.

When I explained that not all dishes were dishwasher friendly, we would still have to do some washing up, he was horrified – were these dishes bone china or to be treasured in some way? No? Well then they were incompatible with our new modern lifestyle. Those that could not survive the dishwasher would be cast aside for stronger models. As Finish would say “every dish, every time”. A bit of a totalitarian view-point I will grant you (and I admit I hid some dishes in the back of the press that I love but knew would not survive the new regime) but in the bliss of hearing the dishwasher whirl as I sat with my feet up made me buy into this dictatorship.

Until the water tax was announced.

Boll**. We now had a new machine eating up water and money so that we could sit down for 30 minutes? No way. Despite how much we loved it, the new utopia would have to go.

Desperate to keep his machine (and 30 free minutes) my husband did a little research.

  • What was the real water difference between a sink of water and the dishwasher?
  • (Knowing my environmental tendencies) Are dishwashers good for the environment?
  • (Real desperation with this one) Are there any social advances to using dishwashers?

I going to be honest his findings surprised me (and I double checked them to ensure he was not spoofing). Running a full dishwasher properly stacked is more efficient both in terms of water and energy, and actually because the dishwasher can clean at a higher temperature than our hands can tolerate, dishes are actually cleaner.

Who knew!?

So, now as we snuggle on the couch at the end of the evening, feet up, as the dishwasher whirls away washing up after a feast {actually making us more eco-friendly, albeit marginally, but every little counts} I think to myself, yup, he might approach it in an unconventional way, but, I found my match.

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