Following the now infamous “Oh my God the stench!” Worcestershire Sauce Incident of 2018, I decided it was time to purge and organize my pantry.
The whole thing is 23-inches deep, 50-inches tall, and 86-inches wide. Someone can do the math to determine the volume.
It’s packed full: front to back, top to bottom, side to side.
I think I’m afraid of what I might find in the excavation. So I’m eating my current obsession (Werther’s Cocoa Crème Soft Caramels) and torturing the vile kitten with love.