Kitchen window

I SEE THIS a lot. It’s where I wash dishes, and I’m the chief washer here. I clean those dishes lickety-split. When she washes them, it can take half the day, or so it seems.

If you don’t let food dry on dishes, washing them is no biggie, which is why dishwashers are silly. I know many disagree, so you don’t need to tell me that unless you can’t help yourself.

Yes, this is the window over the kitchen sink. It has many elements, as you can see.  The most notable is the stained glass, which I did with my own hands.

Ten or 12 years ago, we took a months-long course at a trade school in a town called Santa Clara del Cobre about 10 miles farther up the mountainside.

It was during the rainy season, and we’d get out of class after dark and drive home through forests amid downpours on a winding, rural road with no centerline. It could get hairy.

But we had our stained glass. We made lots of it.

My child bride — she was even younger then — got so hyped up about making stained glass that we ended up buying most all of the gear one needs to do that. It’s been sitting in a box atop shelves in the closet for over a decade now.

Other glass beauties, better than this one, hang in the windows of the living room. But this is the one that gets the most notice, by me at least, while I’m washing dishes, quickly.

16 thoughts on “Kitchen window

    1. Al: Thanks. I was washing dishes yesterday afternoon, looked up and thought: Should take a photo of that. And I did.

      Two seconds ago, I was reading about your garden.


    1. Beverly, thanks. Yes, the top, left pane is clear. Well, if you don’t count that circular mark caused by a suction cup thingy that was hanging there for years.


  1. I loved doing Stain Glass work. When I moved down here I brought it all. First house even had a studio made with a light table and counters to my height. Gave it all away when I moved out into the country with my horse. Kinda wish I hadn’t of done that with all those supplies and tools as now I have had to sell my horse … dang.


    1. Peggy: Dang indeed. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

      While we’re speaking of our skills and talents, back in the late ’70s, I bought the necessary gear and taught myself how to do bookbinding. I had been inspired by my sole aunt. She lived on an island off the coast of Maine and was a professional bookbinder who worked often with the Philadelphia Public Library. I got quite good at it. I could take an old book totally apart and put it back together again, just like new. That was in New Orleans. When I moved to Texas, I sold the equipment rather than take it with me … dang.


      1. What an interesting skill to learn, bookbinding. Whoda thunk that here we are in Central Mexico with all these skills just sitting there inside … spent quite a few summers on the coast of Maine near Blue Hill and Little Deer Isle. This world just keeps getting smaller.


        1. Peggy: I had all manner of bookbinding gear, wooden presses, glues, different materials for the covers. The only thing I never did was get the stuff I needed to print titles on the covers, so the books I did had no titles printed outside. I should have saved at least one book, but I didn’t.

          My aunt — my father’s younger and only sister — lived about the last 30 years of her life on Deer Isle. She just died about four years ago.


  2. I have a question regarding dishwashing.
    When you wash dishes, do you, at some point in the process, use hot water?

    I ask, because our young, local housecleaning woman insists that hot water is unnecessary unless the dishes are greasy. In normal circumstances, she simply uses what I consider an excess of dishwashing detergent.

    Note: washing dishes is not one of her regular assigned tasks, but she extends to us the courtesy of washing up the odd lunch dishes and the pitcher which held the agua de sabor del día (fresh fruit drink).

    Personally, I like to use scalding hot water when I wash dishes. I have years and years experience, including in restaurants.

    Don Cuevas


    1. Señor Cuevas: Sorry about the delay in replying. I just found your comment in the trash pile, sent there by accident. Not by me, of course.

      Do I use hot water when washing dishes? You bet. Hot as I can stand it. However, I get the drift of your washer lady. I think that if food has not dried and especially if there is no grease to it, as she says, you can get away with cold water. You’re basically just rinsing the dish off.

      Of course, if one of the diners suffers from the plague or TB, I think hot water is mandatory.


  3. Well, it’s not exactly an exhaustive survey of Mexicans washing dishes, but my ex, “L” was also a very slow dishwasher. Drove me to distraction, so sometimes I’d push him out of the way and finish. Since I cooked, it was his job to wash up. But it always seemed to take forever.


    Kim G
    Redding, CA
    Where we have managed to get this far without mentioning our preference for an automatic dishwasher. But we just blew it. Oh well.


    1. Kim: I too have to push my bride aside if she starts to wash dishes. That is, if I don’t want us to be in the kitchen another three hours. And I think you and I have indeed published, just the two of us, an exhaustive study on the habits of Mexican dishwashers, people that is. Dishwashing machines are just silly.

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