You are in a spacious pantry. A doorway leads out into a low ceilinged kitchen. There are stairs down to a wine cellar.
Among other more plausible things, you see: a canister of oatmeal, lentils, several pots of honey, haycorns, brown eggs, a packet of squashed marmalade sandwiches, pickles, twelve cans of chicken soup with rice, a pomegranate, and an empty box that might once have contained Turkish Delight.