If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m aggressively, unapologetically Type-A. I alphabetize spices for fun. I decant snacks like it’s an Olympic sport. I have strong opinions about matching hangers. And yet — despite my color-coded dreams and label-maker confidence — my closet-sized pantry has recently decided to humble me. Between my regularly scheduled restocks from Thrive Market and the fact that Wegmans is literally one block away (and yes, it is my second home; if I’m