The Perfect Pantry®

Other People's Pantries #57

From Bethany, in Dayton, Ohio:

This is my pantry. My husband built it for me. It has floor to ceiling shelves, about 7 ft wide and 8 inches deep. I wanted it deep enough to fit a Tupperware container, but shallow enough that things wouldn't get lost.

We put the microwave in the pantry on a deeper shelf to save counter space. I'm addicted to Tupperware. It keeps me very organized.

My entire baking/pasta center has been developed using Tupperware. My mother has been a great help in achieving this organization.

On Saturdays, we peek into Other People's Pantries.

Come on -- show us your pantry.

*Other People's Pantries was going to end early in 2009, to make way for a new Saturday feature. However, pantry photos continue to roll in, so I'll keep featuring them on Saturdays, in the order in which I receive them, for a while longer. If you've been thinking about sharing photos of your own pantry, now's the time to send them.

Here's how.

Phyllo dough (Recipe: phyllo nests topped with sorbet)

 

Phyllophobia.

Fee low PHO bee yah.

Do you have it, the fear of phyllo dough, the fear of poking your finger through the paper-thin pastry and making a hole that cannot be repaired, the fear of letting the flaky dough dry out and crack, the fear of shredding the dough with a paintbrush as you add melted butter to each layer?

You are not alone. I used to be phyllophobic, too.

It's irrational, of course, like my fear of heights, or of mice, or of ham. But, unlike those fears, I've overcome my fear of phyllo.

And I'm so glad I did.

Cloves (Recipe: Chocolate spice cookies)

Ten things I know about cloves (you'll be glad to know them, too):

Refrigerated pie crust (Recipe: rum raisin pear pie)

When I turned 40, which was oh-so-many years ago, I made my first two-crust pie.

Well, honestly, it was my first any-crust pie.

And it wasn't even my crust. It was refrigerated pie crust, from the supermarket.

I couldn't have been more proud if I'd made the crust from scratch.

Which I never, for a single minute, considered doing.