So, as is my usual habit, I started the dishwasher just before heading to bed. Hubs and I were laying in bed, reading our books (him- Birnbaum’s Guide to Walt Disney World, me- a chick lit by Kristin Billerbeck), and just drowsing to the point we were about to switch off the lights.
All of a sudden, hubs starts sniffing the air (sounded more like snorting, but, whatever) and then says “do you smell something?”. I do. “Smells like steak” I said. “Smells like steak on the grill” he said. I shrugged and went back to reading my book. After all, if we’re weird enough to be up at 3:30 am, why wouldn’t someone else be weird enough to grill a steak at 3:30 am? I would, if I had a grill.
But this is not enough for hubs, he heads downstairs. I head to the upstairs window to see if I can find said griller so I can invite myself over for a late night snack. I can’t see them, so I assume they must be on our side of the building, and therefore hidden from my view.
But hubs is still downstairs.
So I head on down, and as I hit the ground floor, the smell of steak just slaps me in the face. Weirdly- the smell of steak grilling in the rain (our family did this often). I walk towards hubs, who’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, sniffing in circles and we converge right next to the dishwasher, which is halfway through the cycle.
“Did you forget to wash off the plates before you loaded the dishwasher?” he demands asks. “No” say I. “Well it’s coming from the dishwasher” says he. He then promptly opens the dishwasher, mid-cycle.
Out wooshes the smell of steak on the grill, and what we took to be smoke at first, but surely was just steam?
Well, after several opening and shuttings and hearing the hiss of water dripping on the heating elements, and finally noticing that the white mineral build up on same elements had turned brown… we shut it down for the night. Also, apparently, I’ve kept the washing cyle on high heat for the past four years. Who knew that would be an issue?
In either case, we don’t seem to be having a problem with the dishwasher as long as I turn off the high heat setting, and with every load the steak smell fades away.
To be honest, I kinda miss it.
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That happened to our dishwasher too! Except I thought it was grilled cheese, not steak – I think I’d rather be eating at your house.
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I kept picturing that as some scary movie, “don’t go down there!” which of course made the dishwasher the scary mask’d bad guy
Cute story Lori!
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Jersey- are you serious? Was it the same reason? Leaving the temp on high heat? And you’re welcome over for dinner any time! But I don’t recommend sleeping over- I woke up screaming that there was a skunk in my room once…
Jeni- *lol* Trust me, that dishwasher IS the mask’d bad guy. It was new when we moved in, but being a rental, still sucked!
Oh boy – all you people fortunate enough to have a dishwasher, in which to recreate grilled steak in the rain. Our kitchen is a quaint shoe box, in a building which was constructed in the 1920′s… hence, no dishwasher.
With this being said, I’ve found some interesting things at the bottom of a stanky pile-o-dish… a mutated tea bag in a mug to be exact.
It winked at me as I turned the hot water on lol…
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