My friend and blogging partner Anita just posted a loving ode to Tupperware and it has me seriously concerned for her health and sanity.
In thirty-eight years over my two marriages, and in my mother’s home before them, I have had a love/hate affair with Tupperware.
Tupperware is a cook’s blessing until wild-eyed, greedy dreams of organizational nirvana overtake breathless You.
Now you have too much of this wondrous thing which merely jams beyond stacking in one cabinet closest to the ground.
Fat and feeble, weary from the evening’s wine and culinary chores, as you lie on the floor groping into the nether-reaches of darkened cupboard for the the proper size plastic container while praying beyond hope to find its mated lid, the damned pieces begin literally leaping out of the shelf at you, snapping at your eyes and nose like a demented chihuahua, snarling in derision!
You’ll never get them back in their places. You know that’s true.
For salvation you turn to the Saran-Wrap in the pantry and vow you will never go near the plastic cupboard of the damned again.
Never, at least, until it beckons you with demonic insistence.
Tupperware is the very essence of Biblical temptation. A little of it is a blessing. When you start to get greedy it is a curse that never leaves you in peace.
Oh you silly silly boy. Tupperware even makes racks for mounting inside cupboard doors (I think that’s where they go) that hold all those graduated-sized lids. My sister in law had one of them once. Me? I’m pretty much down to my big (beloved) mixing bowl now. But once, oh once there was within my home a cupboard filled with Tupperware.
Tupperware racks for mounting inside the cupboard? You poor, poor dear.
Does it not occur to you that the racks themselves, like closet organizers and shoe bags, merely take up more space!!!??
I just want to be rid of the stuff.
The stuff…it’s everywhere…
….stuff…more stuff…
I hate Tupperware…only because when I was first married (at the tender age of 19) my THEN husband said “Things don’t have to change when you get married..I’ll still race motorcycles and you can go to your Tupperware parties.” My Tupperware parties? Wow!.. How much excitement could I stand?