Every time I set foot in my pantry, I’m afraid I’ll have to dive for cover. I leave the door open, and make sure someone knows to send in Search and Rescue if I don’t emerge within five minutes.
I walk past a shelf and potato chip bags plunge to floor. Cans are stacked haphazardly, titling like famed Italian monuments, and I am pretty sure somewhere way in the back is a can of beans from the last millennium.
Then there is the baking supply shelf…a mountain of sugar–granulated, powdered, synthetic….five types of flour, twelve bags of miscellaneous baking chips (several open and spilling chocolately nuggets on the floor), nuts–whole, chopped and “pieces” (just in case the chopped ones aren’t chopped enough?)…coconut (sweetened and unsweetened)…corn meal…shortening in tubs and sticks.
All of it stacked on top of one an other, threatening at any moment to tumble on an unsuspecting head…or foot…or paw.
This is a danger zone. Hard hats required.
I can’t take it any more!
I must organize!
A frantic trip to the craft store for a post-New Years basket sale, yielded a treasure trove of wicker that has helped transform my food closet into a mini-mercantile.
A few air-tight canisters and some truly inspiring chalkboard labels, and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
It is now a pantry again…or pretty close to it.
I still have a burning desire to acquire more baskets…and chalk…and cute little suctiony containers.
I’m not completely comfortable with the state of my pantry, but I no longer feel the need to don a hard hat. I don’t fear for my life any more, and I don’t think I’ll be diving for the exit any time soon.
***This was a quick Five Minute Friday…before Friday is over. Today’s prompt is “Dive”.