I’ve always admired those people who have an organised pantry. I’ve never been one of them myself but I didn’t see why I couldn’t become one. I was inspired by my friend Catherine’s mother. When I saw her pantry I knew that I could live in there forever with just a small camp bed and a water supply.
So I don’t have a pantry, I have a drawer. It’s a pull out drawer and I knew that it needed tupperware containers. Because every organised pantry has containers. Like the rice for instance, it’s all in one container and it probably has a label on it. Saying RICE. Same goes for pasta and flour and sugar and whatever else there might be.
I don’t usually work that way. I usually have about four packets of rice in my pantry, each with about one half of a cup of rice in it. Ditto for pasta, flour, sugar and whatever.
See it’s always such a mess in there that I read a recipe that says I need one quarter of a cup of whatever and I open the drawer and have look in there and go, hmmmmm, no I don’t have any of that and so I go off and buy a new bag of it and six months down the track well whaddaya know I’ve got a shitload of the stuff but in teeny weeny amounts in about ten bags.
So this is my pantry/drawer at the moment. I can’t guarantee that it will stay this way.
And these are all the half empty, almost empty and empty but for a grain packets that I took out of that little sliding drawer. No wonder it was so heavy to pull open.