I walked out of my study excited. I just created a new recipe and couldn’t wait to try it out. I stepped into the kitchen, recipe in hand, and groaned. How can I work in here? Don’t get me wrong, as a germaphobe my kitchen is spotless. Usually I’m organized, however, my kitchen definitely is not!
I look to the right and remember how I was determined the other day to put my spice rack in alphabetical order. How many times have I stood in front of this rack, examining each and every row, trying to find my spice and then proceed back to the top after not finding it when I got to the bottom.
I moved to the pantry. The shelves, oh the shelves, full of ingredients was in no order at all. Well, maybe just a tad in order. I knew some of the groups of the disheveled pantry. Snacks were on one shelf, in no particular order. Pasta to the right of another shelf, with some rice mixed in there. There were juices for cooking and bartending on the top and bottom shelves. I had multiple jars of vegetables, tomato sauces, broth, salsas, and who knows what else scattered all around.
Then, on the opposite side of the pantry against the wall, is the steel shelving. This is where I put all my kitchen tools, air fryer, slow cooker, canning jars, mixer, and everything else I couldn’t push into the cabinets. It was so disorganized that I wanted to turn and run out and say, “Okay. That’s it. I want a bigger kitchen anyway. Let’s put the house on the market and let someone else deal with this mess. Just don’t make me go back in that mind-numbing, dysfunction of a kitchen.”
Then I thought that’s not going to work, since if I did put my house up for sale I would have to organize the mess anyway. I decided to get to work.
First came my cabinets. I put all the things I don’t use often in them so that I wouldn’t have to bend down every time I was looking for something, or get a step stool to pull something from the top.
Next came the pantry. I took everything out. I replaced shelf paper and decided what was going where. I organized it so it made sense to me and would be easy to find what I was looking for. All my ingredients went in groupings and I am determined when I take something out, it will go right back to where I got it.
Next, the steel shelves. I took all my products off the shelves and put them in groupings per size and use. Then I placed them all back on and it looks great.
After my work, I take a step back to survey and feel like I can breathe, create, and cook again. Everything has a place, and everything is in its place. No disheveled shelves here. Hopefully I will keep my kitchen organized like everything else I do in life because I really don’t want to have to sell my house and move.
Until next time, happy creating.