Matt and I recently visited my parents for the weekend. Their house is always stocked with food, so the first morning I was there I trodded into the kitchen and quietly opened the pantry door. I wanted to scour for food but also wanted to retrieve the no bake cookies I hid there yesterday. (They were delicious.)
I stood there munching on my hidden gems, hiding from everyone else, and couldn’t help but look around at what was on the shelves. I was pretty shocked at what I found. Here’s a breakdown.
And please note, these are ALL photos from their pantry. Every. Last. Strange. One.
1. Three shelves of liquor
Okay, they weren’t full shelves of liquor, but there were three partial shelves of alcohol goodness. How many shelves were taken up by cereal and fiber items? One. However, I don’t think this is a bad thing. It just demonstrates my parents are always ready to entertain and are great party hosts.
This was perfectly acceptable.
2. Six flasks
This was a bit more concerning, as they are the only two people who reside in their home. This large quantity of flasks is a bit more difficult to explain, unless they host parties where they encourage guests to hide their drinks. Maybe they are speakeasy themed parties.
That has to be the reason. It’s the only logical explanation.
Were they really using the flasks to sneak liquor into places? Maybe, but then again, how many times do you need to smuggle in enough liquor for 3 times the number the amount a normal person would need?
Soooo many places are buzz kills and don’t allow you to bring in liquor, so you have to hide it like teenagers going to prom. And maybe my parents wouldn’t have to smuggle in liquor if the establishments would sell enough for either one or two times your body weight.
Maybe I could get on board with this finding.
3. One large Ziploc bag of mini bottles of liquor
I suppose this is a backup in case the six flasks of liquor are discovered in a strip search while going to the local cinema. I suppose it’s good to have an alternate plan.
I can say one thing about these people… they’re prepared. (And may also need to be placed on a liver transplant list more as a precautionary measure.)
4. Two fans
Fans in the kitchen closet is not what I expected to see. Normally fans are stored in a basement or hall closet. Not at the casa de mi parents. Those fans are stored in the kitchen cupboard.
Sadly, this makes sense to me. If they are consuming three shelves of liquor, they’re probably hot. They need a fan and can’t be expected to share, so a fan for each of them makes sense.
And why would they keep the fans in the basement? That would be too much work to go to the basement after kicking back some cocktails. It’s just asking for an injury. Come on. They’re my parents so you have to assume they’re at least a little accident prone.
This is exactly why the fans are stored with the liquor. I’m actually kind of disturbed that I’m so easily able to follow their logic.
5. Ten boxes of Jell-0 mix
This isn’t as strange as the other items at first glance but I looked closer. What I noticed were the flavors. Notice anything? That’s right. THEY’RE ALL LIQUOR FLAVORS! There’s margarita, daiquiri and pina colada Jell-o all right there next to the Progresso.
I didn’t know they even made these flavors of Jell-o, but why do my parents have these flavors, and why is there no pudding? Didn’t they know the Jell-o brand also made pudding?
I felt I owed it to my parents to ask about the flavors (and also to see if they had pudding). I assure you that my mom responded with the following after being asked why she had alcohol flavored Jell-o.
“Because everyone loves Jell-o shots.”
She said it as if I was a complete moron for asking such a ridiculous question. As if I was the one with a cabinet full of fans and liquor. And yet, she had a point. Who doesn’t love a Jell-o shot? No one. That’s who.
Maybe my parents are on to something.
6. Six containers of peanut butter
Before I go any further, allow me to assure you this peanut butter was in no way laced with liquor. I checked.
Once again I had to question my mom on the need for such a large quantity of peanut butter and the varying brands. I could tell she wa growing tired of my questions, but she responded that the generic peanut butter was “for the birds.”
I had to clarify if she meant the peanut butter tasted bad, or if it was literally “for the birds.” Apparently the answer was both. It tasted bad and my mom “wasn’t going to give the birds the name-brand peanut butter.” (Another direct quote.)
This was said as one of her dogs walked by in a hand-stitched doggie sweater. I. Sh*t. You. Not.
So in actuality, the two generic peanut butter containers were for the birds, and the two large Jif containers were for them. The small snack size peanut butter containers were for when a small snack was needed. I suspect it’s because a bag of almonds couldn’t fit in one’s purse when it was filled with flasks and Jell-o shots.
At this point, I stopped looking at items in the pantry. It wasn’t so much because there weren’t other strange things on the shelves, but more because I was out of cookies and wanted to find some pudding.