For me this means but one thing: an heir and a spare, whether it be towels, sheets or boyfriends ( in my younger days). I am madly minimalist; two of everything makes me feel happy, any more and I feel the panic of the quotidian rising.
Inspired by Janet's posts on day to day living, here are the minutae of my every day life at home.
Cutlery drawer - I promise you, I haven't tided it up, I live by the mantra
'a place for everything and everything in its place.'
(If you are really really good, I will show you my sock drawer.)
Smeg fridge, with small freezer at the top, there is nothing in the freezer, it's just not something that I use.
The ugly truth: oh look, a jar of goose fat that has been there since Nineteen Canteen.
As we are but two; don't live on the San Andreas fault line (more's the pity) and will never be snowed in, I have no need to collect food ad infinitum.
I shop every two days, buy exactly what we will eat and never have any waste.
Have had to footer with editing here, it's so dark, grey and glum outside and everything is coming out yellow.
The pantry: this is the shelf of aesthetic pleasures, a sybaritical escape from the kitchen humdrum, it's the part which I see all the time as I waltz through the kitchen and I do so enjoy a vignette.
My only pantry staple, peasant oats, juxtaposed with a high fallutin' silver Art Deco butter dish, I'm neither a foodie nor a cook, sometimes I really tire of the whole, what to eat malarky and just strap on my nose bag and porridge up for a few days.
The great unused: I loathe cooking but quite enjoy baking, it's the my little pony of the culinary arts but no one ever ate it - we're gym bunnies.
Larder wise; yes I'm not quite sure how I differentiate between the two either, my staples include this majestic trinity, plus Tabasco, liquid smoke, chillies and nuts; salted pistachios, walnuts, almonds and pecans are crunched with much delight chez nous.
The cacao nibs?
I have them on top of my Fage yoghurt and croissant breakfast every morning - no fancy glass bowl, the plastic pot suits me just fine, I am however still waiting on the "feeling loved up and blissed out" promise on the back of the packet.
First Sea Monkeys and now this .
Life is hard.
Cleaning products? Here they are, nestled down in a basket in the kitchen cupboard as dark as Hades, hence the B & W.
So there it is, the unexpurgated truth behind the kitchen door.