So there’s this contraption under our stove. When Girlie first looked through the apartment, she understandably mistook it as an oven.
I opened it up after we moved in and noticed the racks were oddly shaped, and there were little plastic wheels–two things that roasting pans don’t need. So I assumed it was a dishwasher, and fiddled with the controls long enough to make it turn on. But there was no water!
I called our management, and after a few weeks of asking the wrong people, we were informed today through our favorite translator, that it’s a DISH DRYER. No, these things are not common in China: our translator was cracking up. I took a peek in. Yes indeed, there’s nothing but a box with a wee heater at the back.
So there you have it folks, we have a fucking dish dryer. We plan on getting a thermometer and finding out how hot it gets–Who knows? perhaps it’s the perfect low-and-slow cooker–but we wanted to share with you the brilliant over-engineering feat that is a DISH DRYER. Thanks GE Profile, you have set the bar higher for the rest of us.