Our new pantry has become the heart of our home. I have a teenage boy that lives and dies by the pantry. So the worst thing I have heard is there is nothing in the pantry. I then go open the door and immediately understand why. Teenage boys have a depth of field in their vision that extends only so far and their patience to move objects is an undocumented p
henomenon.
It was not exactly shall we say move in ready when we started.
What we couldn't figure out was whether we could fit a full half of an elephant on that top shelf. Then we unstuck the the bottom shelf. Voila!
One last step label everything.
So that it can be identified. Once my son confused pancake mix for powdered sugar. It wasn't pretty.
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