For those of you who wondered what the restaurant supply house brings to my house about once a month, here's the refrigerators, pretty well stuffed:
Of course, there's an under bar fridge containing many gallons of milk next to our breakfast room table. You didn't need to see that, right?
This is most of my dry goods cupboard. I don't store flour in there; that's in the fridge, because some years ago we had corn meal infest everything with disgusting little bugs. So now flour lives in the sealed environment where I know it's safe, until I take it out of the bag and put it in a canister (where it will spend only a few days before it's gone).
There's another cupboard containing crackers, tortillas, extra jars of peanut butter and whatnot, and this one over the stove, containing some of the pasta I bought (only 2 cases, because not many of us are home).
I didn't bother to hike to the laundry room and take a picture of the upright freezer containing a top round cut into steaks, the 2 eye rounds cut in halves for roasts, the chickens, the turkey breasts, or the 20 pounds of ground beef. Nor did I foray into the basement to photograph the shelves holding giant cans of fruit, smaller cans of tomato products and tuna, artichoke hearts, clams, coffee and whatnot, nor the chest freezer full of frozen veggies. You'll have to imagine them (and be happy that you don't have to put all this food away).
Thor's just happy when they get cooked! He enjoyed his fish florentine last night, and is looking forward to meatloaf and sour cream potatoes tonight; does anyone else think he's dreaming of chicken tomorrow night?