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The Pantry

 The pantry in my grandma's house has everything.


It's the food store of the house.


Rather, it's more like a mini supermart.


Snacks, rice, beans, canned foods



even a saw.




You might be thinking...

"What's so special about that? My store has all those stuff too"


That's all fine and good, but does your house store have the aforementioned things in cartons organized by brand?


That's right, my grandma's pantry has Milo AND Ovaltine, two brands of spaghetti in different cartons, three brands of 'ogi' (pap, a semi solid food resembling custard) that come in yellow, pink and white as well as TWO BRANDS OF OATS! COMING IN SIX DIFFERENT FLAVOURS !!!


Can YOUR pantry beat that?





I didn't think so.



Its such a tiny place, it's a miracle how everything can fit in.


In the time I explored it, I found a saw, a set of cooking pots, a can opener, a knife sharpener, several coolers, trash bags and so much more.



Don't get me wrong, it's an awesome place. You never run out of anything and can never be caught unawares by whatever situation.

It also helps that she buys all those stuff whenever we come around and we finish it all faster that you can say "JACK-IN-THE-BOX"!




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