My pantry. It is still painted "little old catholic lady pink" and still has the shelf liner paper from the previous owner, Helen. I have grand plans to organize/paint/clean out the body parts I have stored in the corners while I'm on break, but knowing myself as I do I know I will pull everything out, get frustrated, then stare at it and order out for pizza for two days until a few glasses of wine inspires me to put it all back the way it was.
The other side. There's a George Foreman grill in there somewhere, and for some reason I keep thinking I'm out of sugar every time I go to the store, so I have two or three 5# bags of the stuff. Maybe we all can get together and make lollipops or fake crack or something.
We have a near- complete collection of superhero glasses from (I think) Burger King in 1973. We also have some Rocky & Bullwinkle and Looney Tunes ones. I (a.k.a. "wiggle fingers") am not allowed to use any of these- instead I get a nice, plastic Spongebob Squarepants sippy cup like the rest of my 30-something peers. I also have some vintage clown bowls that a friend gave me as she is terrified of clowns. I may have given them to her in the first place as a joke, I can't remember. I get it confused with the time I rented a creepy lady-clown for her birthday that surprised & scared the shit out of her while I laughed, and laughed, and laughed...
There is also a Snoopy Sno-cone machine there that you can barely see, and a Farrah Fawcett insulated coffee mug and some misc. Pac-man glasses. I'm not sure what having all of these items says about us. I'm just going to pretend that it says we're awesomely cool.
I probably keep it in there because the pantry isn't heated very well, and in the dead of January I have to gear up with a snowsuit, moon boots and electric socks whenever I am cooking and spending any sort of time in there. One of you knitting-types really needs to bring these back.
I blanched them first (boiled with skins on for 4-5 minutes, then cooled & peeled) then I got them nice and caramelized with olive oil & salt & pepper. Finally I cooked them with balsamic vinegar until they were a lovely color and the vinegar was reduced to a syrup.
If I go missing, start with the cats- they're the ones with the motive. My body will probably be pretty easy to find as they'll most likely try and hide me in the litter box with all the other turds.
God, this was good. Slap your Grandma good. Lick the plate AND the table good.
Nom, nom, nom.