Tupperware has had an interesting history that goes beyond its famous ‘burp’. But the most fascinating thing about Tupperware, to me, is the parties. I’ve always heard of ‘Tupperware parties’ yet have never been to one. They seem to represent solid suburbia in an iconic way.
I don’t use Tupperware . . . my food storage is done with this and that and the other thing, at home. I do use plastic containers to send my kids’ lunches to school with them
(this one has fried rice with shrimp and a couple of little sides)
I ran across a few things this week I might like to put in some Tupperware for storage . . . there were these Lebanese pastries
(which are now all gone, and which were utterly delicious!) and there was this cake – which might have been interesting to bring to a Tupperware party
This was in the bakery department of my local supermarket. I don’t know which part of the cake I would most want to save . . . I really wish I’d bought the thing, in retrospect.
Maybe I’ll go back to see if they still have it. Or another one like it?
“Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!”
I do wonder why it is always the male of the species who ends up in the stewpot (apparently, in this example, adding a bit of extra gas to the seasoning) of the ‘savages’.
More on soup:
Peas (Like Atoms) Split
Not Only Slow, But Delightfully Lazy, Split Pea Soup
On Not Being a Princess in a World of Pea Soups
Romancing the Pea in any Given Soup
Or the Golden Bowl be Broken – And Soup
This card was addressed in pen-and-ink on the back to a ‘Miss Hatty Kehoe’, RFD #3 Sherburne, New York. On the front, in pencil on the left side, the sender has written ‘To show my generosity- ship’.
One little piggy went to market
One little piggy stayed home
One little piggy ate roast beef
One little piggy had none
And one little piggy went ‘wheeeee’ all the way home.
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Piggies lead an exciting life!
More on the humble pig as edible bite -
The Branded Chef and the Fifteen Minutes of Fame Game
In a Pig’s Eye
The Winged Pig
Looks like they might need a good book on ‘how to barbecue’ . . . and perhaps a few cute aprons, too.
Dear hubby recieved your letter yesterday glad to hear from you I’m going to town to do as you told me in regard to the Corn tickets. will write soon we are all well momma
More on corn and people:
An Apple a Day, Cornhusking and Polio and Baby Boys
Nice Snood, Dude
It’s a Cornucakesia not a Cornucopia
Corn – Exaggerated, Hardworking and Artistic