If I see another perfect, straight-out-of Williams-Sonoma pantry filled with quaint matching baskets and lovely labeled glass canisters full-to-bursting with wholesome looking gluten-free grains I’m going to beat someone over the head with my copy of Real Simple.
But perhaps I’m just jealous.
You see, my pantry – and I am blessed to have an actual, separate room for my pantry, located between the garage and the kitchen – has become overwhelmed by piles of crap.
As I was loading up another case of peach preserves the other day (those 100 pounds of peaches I bought had to go somewhere) I noticed that the top rail that holds up our entire wire shelving system was pulling out of the wall. The super-heavy-duty drywall anchors were not heavy-duty enough for my family, it seems, and the weight of canned goods, cat food, brewers grains, and all the other stuff we shove in there was just too much for them.
Visions of 100 pounds of peach preserves mixed with countless shards of glass and a half-dozen wire shelves crumpled on the floor filled my head as I hastily began to unload the glass jars of peaches and everything else previously stored on the shelves.
As I write this, it is 10:37 pm on Thursday, and Homebrew Husband is in the pantry right now, drilling holes thorough the top rail in order to re-secure the whole shelving system directly into studs.
We like to call this kind of thing, “date night.”
The good thing about this little homestead improvement project is that it forces me to re-organize a room that had been slumping towards unusable for quite some time.
Here’s some pantry “before” pictures. I’m putting these up so all you people who say things like “I’m so jealous of your garden!” can get a nice balanced picture of the constant messiness that seems to be my life these days.
This is the still-usable wall. It holds my dry goods…beans, oatmeal, pasta, that kind of stuff. Everything’s contained in commercial grade plastic tubs left over from my catering days.