Other People's Pantries #28
From Sue, in Lakeville, Massachusetts:
Vern’s Mini-Mart (what we call our pantry) was so named because of my husband’s obsession with stocking it as if a hurricane were imminent.
There isn’t just one back-up bottle of olive oil, there are 3 or 4. Need some hominy? Which do you prefer, yellow or white? How many cans do you need?
Baby hearts of palm? Got it. Sliced bamboo shoots? We currently have two, plus two cans of water chestnuts. And grapeseed oil and clam juice and umpteen cartons of chicken and beef broth. And tuna! Oh my gosh, do we have tuna!
And that’s just in the Mini-Mart. There are also cabinets and drawers stuffed full in the kitchen. Got the picture?
When we moved into this house eight years ago, there were four packing boxes full of pasta of all shapes and sizes. Yes, four -- I unpacked them myself.
At one point, I tried to manage the purchasing with a shopping list that I devised on the computer. I made cute little check boxes next to all the staples that we might need. The idea was to take the list and scan the pantry shelves, and check the boxes for the things we need to buy at the market. Vern looked at it as a Wish List.
One day the postman delivered a large package; in it was a sign made by my son, Kyle, who owns a woodworking business. It is the sign you see in the photo.
And that's how the legend of the Mini-Mart was born.
On Saturdays, we peek into Other People's Pantries.
Come on -- show us your pantry.