In my bachelor days, I lived in a chasmic wooden house that was nearing its first centennial. It wasn’t much for fancy amenities, such as “functioning doors,” or “yard,” or “heat.” During the winter, to wash dishes I would have to run the sink full of hot water and then float the plastic bottle of dish soap in it so that it would thaw enough to squirt some into the basin.
Great post, Brad. And thanks for the recipe!