THE FUSE

One thing that never fails to impress me when I visit my parents in the suburbs is their pantry. They have a massive cabinet with floor-to-ceiling shelves (pull-outs and all!) — it’s an absolute dream. All I can think when I look at it is that my tiny New York kitchen could never. I have one measly cabinet that barely contains all my snacks and non-perishables, and whatever doesn’t fit usually just sits on my kitchen island or on top of my fridge. It’s a far-from-perfect system. The solution? A visit to my neighborhood IKEA.