Ensaladera Novel Tupperware Novels & Stories

Wendy hurriedly asked, “Then, can I skip dinner now and eat my food when I am hungry later?” Jennifer replied, “We only have half an hour to finish our meal. After that, someone will come and collect the tupperwares in half an hour. They will also keep count of the number of tupperwares they collect. If you do not want to eat now, you can pour your food into your washbasin and eat it when you are hungry tonight.”

“What?” She pointed at the drawer. Empty. Not aesthetically empty, with two organic granola bars left behind for decoration. Actually empty. There was one open packet of almonds with three nuts left inside and a birthday-cake protein bar nobody had touched since February because it tasted like a candle with financial problems. I opened the top cabinet. No crackers. The bottom cabinet. No chips. The fridge contained nothing but sparkling water, oat milk, half a lemon, and Nina’s yogurt, labeled with her name in capital letters because Tess had eaten it once and called it “a community resource.”

“You are clearly amused.” “I hold no amusement.” His smile blooms fully beneath the office overhead lights, unmissable and soft. “Your stomach is the one laughing.” Jenny’s fingertip brushes the metal wire twist tie sealing the takeout sack, cool hard metal digging faintly into her palm as she unfolds the closure to open the bag fully. Two white plastic food containers sit nested inside: one filled with glazed spare ribs, the second packed with steamed rice. Thick dark brown sweet-sour sauce pools along the bottom of the rib container, thin wispy steam curling upward to form tiny white fog clouds just beneath her chin.

We hear a knock and then Suzanne comes in with our lunch. "What did you get for us today?" "it's Mexican food. This is from Añejo Cocina in Riverside. I also have iced tea for your drinks. Unless anyone would prefer a soda?" We all shake our heads. "Tea is fine, Suzanne. Thank you." When she leaves the room, we all start to eat. "How is Sanders doing? Did he regain full use of his arm?" Jaxson asks.

Stella set our food in front of us and I watched as Adley eyed the steaming cobbler greedily, like a goblin who had just spotted a trove of gold. Instead of my usual bacon grilled cheese and tomato soup combo, Stella had swapped the soup for a large basket of nachos. Sour cream drizzled down the sides while thin sliced jalapeno filled the air with a spicy scent. The smell of cumin and chili powder filled the air around us, beckoning to my empty stomach. A glass of sweet-tea sat in front of me, condensation licking down the sides of the glass. “Let me know if you enjoy them nachos, Andy cooked em’ up special for ya.” Stella grinned, leaving the two of us to eat. “Got yourself an admirer, they

"Tsk!" She chuckled. Then enter first. Enrico with his pushy nature! She picked up her favorite Honey Butter Chips and other types of snacks that lined the shelves. She also took a few packets of extra spicy Samyang noodles. "Take your own. I don't like spicy," says Enrico, who is crouching down for a cold drink on the cooling rack. Naomi rolled her eyes slowly. "Don't roll your eyes, Naomi. I know it even though I don't see it."

“From what you described, your coworkers want quick, tasty food—party-style, bite-sized stuff, fried but not greasy. Easy and delicious.” “Sounds perfect. Like what?” “Chicken taquitos, spinach-artichoke dip cups, fried mac-and-cheese balls, brie-stuffed mushrooms, sausage-stuffed jalapeño poppers, bacon deviled eggs,” he rattles off confidently, setting the microwave timer—the only thing he uses that microwave for.

Taylor I do my best to have dinner ready every night for Jackson and Kennedy. For dinner tonight, I choose to keep it simple. I placed three chicken breasts in the slow cooker at noon with a can of Rotel and a can of enchilada sauce. An hour before we eat, I shred the chicken easily with two forks. I open a bag of shredded lettuce, rinse it in the sink, then place in a bowl in the refrigerator. I open shredded Mexican cheese, placing it into another bowl. I move the salsa, sour cream, and guacamole beside the bowls, hoping not to forget to set them out as well.

I am still feeling a bit skeptical about it though. I opened up the big flask he brought for me to see what was inside and to my surprise the flask was filled with lots of food, from Tacos and burritos filled with seasoned meat cheese and salsa, there was also chicken noodle soup in the smaller flask, they also brought me a cobb salad with grilled chicken and shrimp toppings. He also packed a soft drink along with another bother water for me. Everything looked absolutely amazing and mouth watering, the butler packed so much food that I am beginning to doubt I can finish, he must have known I would be deathly hungry. What a sweet man.

,he said before he remembered that he should get lunch for everyone. "Maybe I should branch Evelyn's office and give her her lunch",he thought. "But I will appreciate if you package some lunch for me",he finished. "Okay,so what would you like", said Jacob. "What's today's special", Adam asked. "Today's special consists of chicken tenders with fries served with honey mustard", replied Jacob. "That is one of Evelyn's favorite", he thought. "Pack it up for for in separate takeaways and have one of it put in a food warmer"he replied.