Ensaladera Novel Tupperware Novels & Stories

The Tupperware was so old that Snow White's nose faded, she looked like a troll who overdosed with Glutathione. "Oh hush! Don't be picky." Lissa warned as she pulls out the spoon and fork from the plastic. She opened the tupperware, revealing the familiar Mexican dishes cooked and meticulously prepared by her mother. There was rice cooked with tomato sauce and chicken broth, beans, chicken meat and chickpeas. And on a separate section, there was six delicious pieces of churros coated with sugar and cinnamon. Anthony stared down at the food, absolutely speechless. "Seriously? This is mine?" He said in a meek voice. Almost too soft and a bit shy. "I---I can't accept this. Your mother wouldn't

After all, her mother’s daily medical bills still depended on allowance from this school a lot, so she couldn’t afford to lose it. For a while, Anna took from the desk drawer a plastic bowl wrapped in a gray paper bag. On the packaging, there's only store’s name is ‘Happy’. After Anna opened the box, inside were large, round, and rather long yellow noodles, on top of which was a bag of hot sauce tied up. Anna skillfully unwraps the elastic to tie the sauce bag, then she pours the sauce over the noodles and mixes them, but isn’t this the Mie Goreng at the store that Bunny took Brandon to?!

After eating, I wash the dishes. After that, I shift my gaze outside. I checked if there are still lot of armed men. Even though their boss isn't around, the house is still guarded? Aish! I'm loosing my hope to get out of this house. I just brought the Tupperware that he told me to bring to my room. It contains biscuits and chocolates. "Does he want me to have a tooth decay?" It's so many chocolates inside. What the heck? Psh. Maybe this is a snack. A snack? Chocolate? Duhhh! I lay down and fell asleep.

Even at this hour, everything was perfectly in its place. "Wow," I breathed, taking it all in. "This is bigger than our entire pack kitchens combined." Kaelen chuckled again. "Well, we do have a few more mouths to feed.” He started rummaging through cabinets, his movements surprisingly graceful for such a large man. “So, what exactly are we making? You just said 'comfort food' and left me hanging." “Jalapeño poppers,” I said, already heading for the fridge. “And mozzarella sticks. The spicier the better.”

Where our old eat-in area used to be was now home to a banquette, with our old large dining table and chairs. Our butler pantry had been stocked with grab-n-go snacks, as well as paper plates, napkins, plasticware, and plastic cups. The refrigerators were stocked with bottled water, cans of sodas, Red Bulls, individual bottles of orange, cranberry, and pineapple juice. Natalie and Chef had made up platters of fresh fruits and vegetables, there were sandwich trays, platters of cold cuts, cheese and crackers, and two platters of different types of pickles and olives.

The words were Christian which surprised him, and he eyed Tres’s father questioningly. Charlie gave him a shrug and a wink as if to say humor her. The prayer over, everyone dug in. The enchiladas were single-serve and layered with corn tortillas, spiced beef, beans, lettuce, tomato, cheese, topped with a fried egg, and a dollop of sour cream, completed with a drenching of red chile sauce. Tres just about inhaled his first serving. “We have more, right?” he asked. “Of course,” Esmeralda replied, chuckling. “I know how my men eat.”

"Plus, Liam said he was grabbing provisions." Right on cue, a tall guy with shaggy blonde hair pushed through the crowd. He wore a vintage flannel shirt over a white tee and a fresh pair of black and white Nike Dunks that somehow survived the sticky floor. He held three small plastic cups filled with bright red gelatin. "Provisions secured," Liam announced, handing a cup to Tessa before offering one to me. "Cherry vodka jello. These are lethal, proceed with caution." "Thank God," Tessa said, grabbing a cup.

Once she got busy, even lunch slipped her mind. Nolan set a lunch box in front of her, still as sparing with words as ever. “From Mr. Chapel.” Then he walked off. Angela opened it: steamed chicken wings with mushrooms, stir-fried green beans with shredded pork, and tomato meatball soup. Planning to finish quickly, she lifted the soup bowl and took a sip. It was too hot. She couldn’t spit it out or swallow it. It sat in her mouth for several seconds, burning her tongue until two blisters rose.

Marshmallows. The canned section fascinated her. Inside them were fish meat, chicken meat, pork, and beef. And damn, some are labeled like real dishes. She realized those are ready to eat. She took one of everything. Anyway, they’re cheap! “Oh…” She’s surprised to learn almost everything she needed is here. This is her new favorite place. Toiletries, make-up, soap, toothpaste and all. She filled her basket and went to checkout. She was tempted to buy more but she couldn’t possibly carry everything to the car.

Ed and Lara read the note together- “Leave the tent and everything in it. Only take snacks and water that you need. The staff will clean and pack up.” “Sweet” Lara smiled as she opened the breakfast basket and whistled again. All her favorites were there- croissants, buns, eggs, hash brown, sausages, bacon, toasted mushrooms and tomatoes, a jug of orange juice, 2 bowls of cereals, a jug of milk, a sachet with teabags, one flask with black coffee and another with hot water. Lara poured herself a glass of juice. “Aren’t you a model?” Ed looked at Lara with a puzzled expression.