There was still the matter of chores.
Washing dishes from five to seven pm is a big chunk of time, but it
was—and still is—the best chore I could have for the schedule I
have. Dinner that night was spaghetti.
If you don't do dishes often, let me
tell you about tomato-based sauces; they fuck up your dish-doing.
They form a film on the top of the water that coats everything you
put into the sink. They leave an invisible residue on dishes. They
sink into wood. Spaghetti is a pain in the ass.
We do have a restaurant setup here. As
a shelter, the kitchen has to operate to code. We've got a rinsing
station. We've got a sink for washing, a sink with a bleach soak, and
a rinsing sink. It's the whole nine yards. Tosh recently got us pH
strips so we can log the effectiveness of the chlorine solution in
the bleach soak. It helps a bit.
I didn't get any spaghetti that night,
but I did have to wash a lot of it.
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