Wash Dishes Together.

There’s always a lot of buzz around cooking at home right now.

Obviously you get all the good smells, the tastes, the satisfaction of making/following recipes, and of course, the mountains of #foodporn to post all over your instagram later.

But today, I want to celebrate washing those dishes you just painstakingly created and plated. Particularly, I’m rooting for the timeless art of washing dishes together, my favorite underdog.

I grew up with dozens of cousins. Dozens.

Every weekend, like clockwork, my family would gather for dinners, birthday parties, you name it. Frequently, the younger cousins would be put on dish duty.

Some would dread it, but others actually would do a really good job of jumping to the task, immediately eager to begin divvying up the work. It was important for us to ensure that those who cooked weren’t stuck washing the dishes. A little shared responsibility goes a long way.

And let the record state that I didn’t grow up with a dishwasher, so we avoided soap armageddon, and without an automated wash/rinse/dry cycle, we actually had to create discrete responsibilities for each step in the process.