No, it rinses clean without leaving film residue, so dishes feel genuinely clean after washing rather than just appearing clean.The moment Hope announced she’d made “slime” in the kitchen sink using dish soap, peanut butter, and something that may have been a potato, I knew we needed reinforcements. Not for the slime itself—that’s just Hope being Hope, a force of nature with the cleaning power of a dust devil and twice the unpredictability. No, I needed a dish soap that could handle what comes after: the actual dishes she’d used, the sink she’d baptized, and the general sense of domestic chaos that follows in her wake like a comet trail.First impressions: the bottle is straightforward yellow, the kind of packaging that doesn’t try to convince you it’s something it isn’t. Dad picked it up, squeezed it once, and said, “That’s not enough product in there,” which is his way of saying he’s suspicious but willing to be proved wrong. It smells like dish soap should smell—clean, mild, not trying to mask anything with fake “ocean breeze” or “mountain fresh” nonsense. Mom nodded slightly, which in her language means provisional acceptance pending trial evidence.What we needed to know: could this soap actually cut through the particular disaster zone that is Hope’s post-cooking aftermath?

Could it handle grease

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