Growing Up Means Buying Tupperware

Every couple of weeks, a bunch of my friends and I head over to Stop & Shop in Yonkers to stock back up on the essentials of life: milk, cereal, pretentious juices, granola bars. We used to go to the A&P in Bronxville, but for broke-college-kids reasons, we have made the switch.

As a first-year without a kitchen, my eating habits had to start from scratch.  I brought a bagful of plastic utensils, a stack of paper plates, and two thrift store mugs. I thought I would need many more forks than I actually do. Apparently, dorm-room food is surprisingly spoon-dominant.  Also, after I found out the hard way that plastic forks do not cut cheddar well, one of my roommates and I split a package of two knives.

However, my supply of food containers does not come so easily.  It’s more difficult to sneak a plate out of Ba– I mean, it’s more difficult to find a dependable piece of dishware.  A few weeks ago I bought a glass bowl.  It has a Tupperware lid, is microwave and dishwasher safe, and I can store it in the refrigerator safely.  Tupperware?  I’m officially an adult.

I know what you’re thinking: that sounds like a rather mundane item to be writing about.   Make no mistake about it, it IS.  But more than that, it is an investment in the future.  I now have a receptacle in which I can heat, chill, and store foods for days on end.  I had a couple meals left over on my plan last week because I ate the equivalent of three or four meals with the couscous I made conveniently in my microwave. Having this bowl means that I can spend more quality time in Westlands, eat less questionable food in Bates, and waste less time in the Pub realizing that I’m only there because I’m sick of Bates food.

It’s really an ideal set-up: if I am not sharing with anyone, I can use one dish to serve as water heater, couscous fluffer, and dish.  (This is the part at which I would stroke my handlebar mustache villainously, if I had one.)

It is a cause for celebration.  If I wanted to, I could look like this guy (http://static.flickr.com/90/211678843_6a7e37e954_m.jpg), except less idiotic, I hope.

I am spending the rest of my work shift dreaming up the future life of my bowl.  Perhaps it will be a cozy nest for chocolate pudding, or a more visible storage container for cheap Chinese take-out.  Maybe it could be the vessel for an enormous serving of Lucky Charms.

Clearly it is time for another Stop & Shop run.

 

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Gina Caputo is a reasonably well-mannered young woman from Norwalk, CT who enjoys the company of frighteningly honest people and the occasional antihero. She steals ideas from her real-life twin sister Maria, a vast array of books, and (of course) the internet. She hopes to continue conquering the Romance languages at SLC.

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