Someday I hope these words are uttered to me. What can I say – I’m a lofty dreamer.
Our mini Cambridge kitchen doesn’t have cabinets, nor a pantry. It has one measly shelving unit for flatware and another for food staples. In theory, I love open shelving. This theory was researched thoroughly in the land of Pinterest-impractical-unattainable-money-grows-on-organic-trees-ville. In practice, sometimes you end up with an assault on the eyeholes, like this:
Enter the “magical warehouse of possibilities” (street name: IKEA). I came across these glass canisters and filled 3 of those ginormouse blue tarp bags up faster than Ethan could say, “I hate this place,” ten times fast. Since last year when we replaced all of our tupperware for glass, I’ve been on a mission to mostly rid our kitchen of plastics. These came in 3 handy sizes, cheap enough to buy in mass, air-tight, and stackable! I was giddy for days after this Sunday project.
To keep the look clean, I took a label maker and marked the bottoms of the different types of flours and how many minutes for “al dente” on each pasta. Next up – spice rack.
I think even E would agree it was worth this torture.