February 7th, 2011
Back in March of 2010, I started reorganizing the pantry. I say that as if it had been organized at any prior time. That might be misleading. Before and after pics would have been great. But I have this flaw. This fatal flaw. I can never remember to take before pics. And. And. We’re not exactly at after. We’re closer to after than before, but on a continuum of before and after we’re here ————|—–.
First, I found these yummy confiture jars from France. They’re working out real well.
Next came the cracker jars from Anchor Hocking in the US of A. I’m living for the red lids.
The various shades of my sideboard are a testament to my photography skills. That’s right. I don’t have any.
Last month, I found these. These beautiful, delicious, hermetic jars from Italy.
Red. One of my signature colors.
Sizes 1/2 litre to 5 litre. Be still my pantry-organizing heart.
See. Fido.
The whole yummy jar with rubber gasket. This is the 2 litre. I’m filling them with sugars and corn meal, and steel cut oats, and…everything.
FYI — No. I’m not leaving that gasket in the bottom. I’m putting it on the underside of the lid where it belongs. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be much of a hermetic jar.
I love them so.
I’m procrasti-writing today.
Hello, Monday!
Elen
Disclaimer: No one knows me at Bormioli Rocco in Italy, and I don’t know anyone at Bormioli Rocco either. Sames goes for Anchor Hocking in the USA and the confiture jar makers in France, whoever they may be.
March 19th, 2010
I can’t believe it’s been four weeks since the shiner fiasco. I’m so get-lost-shiner-I’m-done-with-you! By the second week, I was putting some major spin on it. Calling it a facial tattoo — my stream of consciousness tattoo. Now, it’s a mere shadow of its former self. Looks like I haven’t washed my face for a month, but that’s better than the puke-green of last week. Just enough swelling left on the brow bone to keep me from having any threading, waxing or tinting done. Moving on.
It was 65 degrees yesterday here in my neck of Canadaland, so Mr. G, honey and I zipped downtown to play. I bought a couple of books. One was The Spice and Herb Bible (Ian Hemphill with Kate Hemphill, 2nd ed.) I wanted to make my own dry rub. I wanted to know what purslane was and what to do with fennel. I’m going to get to do that with this book, and probably a few bicep curls, too.
I bought these beauties –
They’re glass confiture jars from France. I could and I might put jam in them, but I bought them for storage. I’m cleaning my pantry likes it’s never been cleaned before. It’s all about the storage.
I live for lids.
Pumpkin seeds. Yum.
Paprika, baby.
One of these is waiting for dry rub. I love the wide mouth on this jar. Ever tried getting the herbs out of those little jars? Plus, I buy a lot of stuff in bulk. I’m going back for a dozen more. Come the sizzling summer heat, I’m thinking fresh lemonade. That’s how I roll.
Let’s get this last Friday of winter started.
Elen
