Place for canned goods

Usage examples of pantry.

This being the end of summer but not yet harvest time, the pantry shelves were nowhere near the height of what I hoped would be their autumn bounty, but still there were cheeses on the shelf, a huge stoneware crock of salted fish on the floor, and sacks of flour, corn, rice, beans, barley, and oatmeal.

I quite forgot the snake in the privy, the pig in the pantry, and the Indian in the corncrib, absorbed in the rush of water past my legs, the wet, cold touch of stems and the breath of aromatic leaves.

Our own Appetites bid fair to be impoverished for the present, as the Sow viciously Attacks anyone who opens the door of the Pantry, roaring and gnashing her Teeth in Rage.

A dangerous place, too, where life could shift within a heartbeat from the humorous difficulty of a hog in the pantry to the instant threat of death by violence.

I had even found a party of burglarious squirrels in the pantry, holding riot over scattered corn and the gnawed ruins of half my seed potatoes.

He stacked them neatly on the growing woodpile next to the pantry, and rolled another half log into place beneath his foot.

The pantry shelves bulged with sacks of nuts, heaps of squash, rows of potatoes, jars of dried tomatoes, peaches, and apricots, bowls of dried mushrooms, wheels of cheese, and baskets of apples.

Phaedre came up from the pantry with a jug of fresh buttermilk, just in case.

After opening the door of a broom closet, and then a pantry, she opened a third door and disappeared.

She carried the suitcase into the pantry and with only one last wistful glance placed it under a shelf lined with glass jars of sugar.

Sister Hyacinthe joined her in the pantry and discovered that two long high shelves were crammed with large glass jars labeled powdered sugar.

At a glance it looked as if their pantry was stocked with more than fifty pounds of the stuff, and her apologies for buying more of it were fervent.

They hurried from sink to pantry and began a tedious search of all the shelves but they found no further signs of bugging.

Sister John, closing the door of the pantry, conceded this to be a possible conclusion.

Brill went off to telephone his mysterious friend who might, with persuasion, test the mysterious substance that had occupied their pantry, and Sister Hyacinthe and Sister John went to work filling identical glass jars with genuine sugar.