The worst part is trying to figure out what we are going to need over the coming months. Dishes, silverware, glassware, that was a no brainer, but spices? Am I going to need fennel, rosemary, etc. and if so where I am going to put them?
Pots and pans - which of these do I use the most. Baking sheets - well that was out, cake pans, probably not. Tupperware/plastic storage - of course. Small appliances - my food processor and my electric can opener (I had no idea how much I took my electric can opener for granted).
You take all of this for granted every day you cook in a kitchen even though you may not like the kitchen you're in.
Plus I hate to pack AND I hate to move even worse. When we moved here in 2005, I told Paul I was not moving again (unless it was to a retirement village) and I had movers pack and move me. I was dying in this house. As well as being DIY'ers, we are DIY movers also. Laugh all you want, but it's not easy moving a large fridge into a sunken living room on its way to the kitchen.
So, I scavenge boxes from work, from Sam's, etc. (because I am too cheap to go buy boxes) and start to pack. But I did go through stuff and threw some old rusted pans away.
Here's my interim pantry:
Here's my interim kitchen (or cooking on the campfire as Paul calls it)
And here's where stuff is waiting patiently to go to its new home. Sad isn't it.
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