Fat Mother Hubbard went to her big pantry to fetch her giant Great Dane a bone,
But when she got there she realized it was practically bare from months of pregnancy bed rest, new motherhood, and the seemingly endless cycle of First World Plague going around (and around and around) in her home.
Seriously, you guys, like WOW. My garage pantry shelves USED to hold a veritable treasure of yummy food against a rainy day. Desert or no, apparently we've lived the past year in a fricking flood plain - note the TOTAL LACK OF FOOD on these pantry shelves!
I know to some of you just barely starting your pantries, this might look like a ton of food - I assure you, in this house, it is not. To give you a gauge, I had approximately this much food storage when Fat Hubby and I started dating.
(You said hound. That's a rather archaeic term, don't you think? Oh, shut up, Sherlock!)
I don't have pictures of my deep freeze, but ::sniffle:: I'm completely OUT of turkeys, hams, and standing rib roasts. ::deep sigh:: I do some of my best work with those cuts.
Don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful to have as much food as I do; it's just been a very long time since I had to build up a pantry SO MUCH. Luckily, I've written about this numerous times.
Good gravy, did I really write that much about pantries?!