The pantry, as far as I know, has never been cleaned out for as long as I've lived in Mark's parents' home--which has been about nine years.
His mother died two years ago, and it's been bugging me for a while how cluttered the pantry has been. So I got in there today and tossed out everything that I was certain had been in there for the last two years, and generally, anything else that was dusty.
Now, we have a nice, clean, organized pantry. I've got the pasta-roni and the rice packets and all sorts of other stuff lined up in little rows, so we can tell what we have, at a glance. There's room for the cereal boxes, now! Cans no longer clutter the pantry floor. I feel wonderfully domestic. (g)
Of course, the rest of the house still needs work, and we've got my brother and sister-in-law and our teenage niece and nephew coming, Friday evening.
But at least the pantry is clean. Tomorrow--the refrigerator.