I hit a breaking point with the Tupperware yesterday.
I hate the stuff. LOATHE it in fact. I hate everything about Tupperware. I hate how it looks. I hate the plasticness of it. I hate how it squeaks when I wash it. I hate how it gets dingy and worn. I hate how the lids tend to disappear. I hate the idea of plastic molecules leaching into the food. I hate losing it and buying more. I hate when I find a piece of Tupperware I don’t recognize, and wonder if it belongs to someone else and I’ve forgotten to return it.
As you can see, I have strong feelings about this stuff. But most of all, I hate it when I reach into the cabinet and it comes crashing out, falling out on my head and spilling onto the floor. I especially hate it when this happens in the mornings, or any other unsuspecting moments for that matter.
Mark came home from work yesterday to find me perched on a stool in the kitchen. It looked like this:
Here’s a close up of what I was dealing with:
I have containers without lids. Where do the lids go? And why haven’t I thrown the their lonely lidless consorts in the garbage? Answer: because I’m always hoping the lids will magically appear some day. I also have extra lids with no containers, like those big white ones in the middle. I also have a round-shaped thing with bumps on one side and holes on the other…. pictured on the right side above. What is that?
Anyway. Yes. I’ve calmed down now. The shelf with the Tupperware is organized. I dread the day I need to do it again.
Ideally I would like to chuck it all and obtain some lovely glass containers for the storage of leftovers. Lunches can go into something else… hinged bento boxes maybe?
And on an unrelated note – check out the squirrels Marla sent to me awhile back. They were getting into trouble while I sorted the Tupperware.
She didn’t tell me they were such cheeky little things.
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