Sorting out the pantry
The kitchen is so very nearly ready. Slowly we are bringing things in from the utility room and colonising the cupboards. The worktops are in, smooth and pale hardwood, satisfyingly honey coloured against white cupboards and the dark slate floor. We have bought the wall tiles now, also grey, a beautiful pale pearly grey. They are just waiting for Ian to have time to do the tiling. Grey might sound a bit dreary but they are beautiful, trust me. The dishwasher is working, alleluia. It is all very nearly ready. And sorting out the kitchen brings all sorts of other sorting out in its wake. This weekend was the turn of the pantry. I love having a pantry. I have always wanted one. It's hard to say exactly why, in this age of fridges and freezers, but I love a pantry. My grandmother had one and I used to love the ingredients all lined up and the pies and cakes, covered on their big plates on the slab. This is the first...