It’s a testament to our growing “foodie-ism” that we’re very quickly growing out of our kitchen, particularly the pantry. Stuffed to the gills with appliances, staples and canning supplies, every new “must try” over the past year has quickly depleted storage space in our already tiny kitchen. Because we hope to move in the next year we’re unsure yet on how exactly to deal with this problem, but for now, we’re constantly cleaning and reorganizing it looking for the best temporary solution. I’ve even gone so far as to store kitchen overflow in the bathroom closet. I won’t even show you those pictures. To call it shameful would be a compliment.
So for now I’ve tidied things up and tried to get rid of all the superflous packaging I can. I also invested in a little shelf and some glass containers to store beans, grains, sugar and flours. A little tour of our food abode:
How did I end up with three jars of peanut butter? That big one is Clive’s personal PB, and I seriously have about 5 bags of flour, and three types of brown sugar.
All of our rices and noodles are squeezed into this little slot. I’ve tried to position them so that I can see them all but it’s nearly impossible.
All our snacks and breakfast goodies. We have a slight obsession with cereal a la Seinfeld. That big bag of beans is overflow from the other shelf…
A testament to our sushi addiction. That’s the rice we use purely for sushi!
The top shelf with all canned goodies, more pasta and a green…bag…what is that?
Oh yeah, all the candy we try to hide from ourselves. My cousin’s husband works for Wrigley, can you tell? There’s lots of organic chocolate in there, you know, for those weekly if not daily emergencies. You girls know what I mean.
So there you have it, our kitchen conundrum and my latest attempts to clean it up and keep it contained. I was so proud of myself when I had finished that I almost danced to the gym. I had organized the pantry, developed at least a direction for everything to go in. I felt on top of the world! Until I came home to this:
Turns out someone had their fill of a whole bag of coconut. I wonder who it could have been? Who looks more guilty to you?
Upon further observation, we found that they have been CO-conspiring to get food off the shelf. At least we know they’re getting along while we’re gone?
So, what now? Well, we don’t know. We love living in our little house. It’s very efficient (read: cheap) on utilities, and easy to clean. We have a great backyard and for the most part love the neighborhood. We don’t even need all that much more room, just enough for more studio and kitchen space. Do we move into another, bigger rental home because we don’t exactly know how long it will take to find jobs in Denver/Minneapolis, or do we stay put?
What would you do?