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Monday, March 24, 2008

{Food Room}

I live in Canada. Up here, pretty much everyone who has a house also has a basement.

Basements are more rare in Arizona. In fact, growing up, I always dreamed of living in a house with stairs. That was my fondest wish (second only to an older brother for my sister and I [but imagine my despair when I discovered that no matter how many more children my mother bore, none of them—brother or sister—would ever be older than me]). Basements were so exotic…

…only now that I live in a house with one, I find them more than a little terrifying. Ours has a finished living room, bedroom, and bathroom, along with an unfinished other bedroom, laundry room, and food room.


It’s the food room I want to talk about today. When walking through the basement’s damp and musty hallway, one (well, probably only I) feel instantly unsettled. The cold tile flooring is uneven on account of whoever built our house was a crook who should have had his license revoked. The walls are lined with narrow wooden strips that could be cute…if they weren’t there. The basement is dark, chilly, and smells like produce and cardboard.

So it’s already creepy as it is, but somewhere along the line, the homeowners decided to up the creepy anti by, like, a thousand. With this door to the food room:


That’s right. Somewhere in the world, some hotel’s room #26 is missing a door. Can you imagine? I wish I could hunt down whoever built our house and force the story of this door out of them. Where did they swipe it? What is its history? And I know it was a hotel room door, because look at the plaque on the opposite side:


Anyway, I’m glad to have a food room at all. Inasmuch as I hoard food, it’s convenient to have it all in one place, organized in perfectly-faced rows just like in Safeway. See?




I have a canned vegetables section, canned soup section, a whole stockpile of canned mushrooms (we thank you, Aunt Linda!), a Mexican food area (because I don’t want to live in a world without El Pato Sauce [otherwise known as the stuff dreams are made of].


I also have a designated space for pasta and sauce, in which I include Kraft Dinner (Mac & Cheese for all you USA residents) and Ramen noodles. Because we’re cultured like that.




My food supply is not impressive by most people’s standards, but it’s nevertheless thrilling to me. Every time I go grocery shopping, I buy whatever stockpile-able food is on sale, as much as our budget allows—and it’s growing. Slowly, but definitely growing.

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15 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are well prepared for any disaster- congratulations! i need to get working on that... oh, and the door is really quite a mystery.. hm, intriguing

March 24, 2008 at 11:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Millie,

I'm totally impressed! Despite the Chester Molesterness of it all, it really is cool! ; )

March 25, 2008 at 5:59 AM  
Blogger Raygon said...

impressive, Camille.
I love that door too. what character it gives your house. I wish you knew the story behind it.

March 25, 2008 at 7:44 AM  
Blogger Holly Decker said...

how inspirering :)
i love it.
i am super jealous of your food storage... and even more jealous of your amazingly enchanting door!

March 25, 2008 at 11:29 AM  
Blogger Lindsey Burnham said...

A food room! BRILLIANT!!! Especially for a one who hoards food, you are SO right!

March 25, 2008 at 3:09 PM  
Blogger Lindsey Burnham said...

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March 25, 2008 at 3:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sheesh lindsey- why did you have to go and get your comment removed? call me nosy, but every time i see a comment removed, it makes me burn with curiosity.
"what did it say?! why can't i read it?! was is insulting? innappropriate? politically incorrect?" -drives me absolutely insane. am i the only one who feels this way?

March 25, 2008 at 5:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

or maybe you just posted the same comment twice? ok, ok- i'll let it go.

March 25, 2008 at 5:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That door is sick and twisted and belongs in a horror movie.

March 25, 2008 at 8:00 PM  
Blogger angela hardison said...

Totally creepy. And awesome. I love it, cause I'm creepy like that.

March 25, 2008 at 9:50 PM  
Blogger Loralee Choate said...

Dude, that thing looks like it should be in "The Shining".

March 25, 2008 at 10:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only way to destroy the evil of that door is to burn it. BURN IT!

March 26, 2008 at 8:26 AM  
Blogger lindser-lou said...

at least it is a nice even number....26...i like it. better than 13. now THAT would be scary.

March 26, 2008 at 2:21 PM  
Blogger Cristin said...

I am so jealous of your food room, I would love one, even with the creepy hotel room number and all.

March 27, 2008 at 1:15 PM  
Anonymous wlcome homer said...

a room full of food?

(homer simpson salivating sound)

April 1, 2008 at 5:56 AM  

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