Ensaladera Novel Tupperware Novels & Stories

“I visited the deli the day Killian and I went to that witch’s house. It’s only a few days old. I trust it more than I do this left over Italian from five nights ago.” “Sandwiches work for me,” I said as I pulled three beers from the door shelf. “I could use a beer to wash it down with.” “Now you are speaking my language,” Anton said with a grin. “We also have salads,” Nora offered as she took the cover off each container and sniffed for freshness. “I have a broccoli salad, a potato salad, and coleslaw.” “Why not set them all out and we can take what we want?” I suggested.

“I was so focused on eating that I still don’t know how to address you two.” Just then Calvin’s phone rang. He didn’t even excused and directly got up and went to the side to answer it. Anna ignored Mark. Adriana also didn’t make an introduction instead she asked, “What’s this dish called?” “This one is also their hotel’s specialty and is called Jasper Makeup. Guess what the ingredients are?” Adriana looked carefully, thinking, ‘It can not be a willow tree, right? Jasper is a tall tree, then a thousand-hanging green silk tapestry. Every time she saw it, she was amazed by it.

There were Potato Chip Frittata, Mac and Cheese Bombs, alphabet Pizza, and Cheesy Hotdogs in a Blanket. Chad never tasted this kind of dish and he is so excited to taste them all. The kiddie dish is creatively set on the table and Kristina appreciates Mrs. Montevista's preparation for their coming. They all sit then. Chad is sitting beside Mr. Montevista who is very fond of putting some dishes on his plate and serving what he wants. Kristina is situated beside Nathaniel who is also happily serving on her plate. They have lots of happy memories being shared for.

Jullian shot back. Clara squinted at him. “Oh, absolutely. You’re clearly not random. You’re probably Ivy League. Heir to some genius legacy. Wine enthusiast. Jazz defender. And—” she pointed to the tamales in his hand, “—provider of beach party logistics.” Jullian raised a hand in mock offense. “Hold on. I also build IKEA furniture without instructions. That has to count as a modern miracle.” “Wow,” Clara said flatly, mouth full of arepas. “Want me to submit that to NASA?”

Clara, who did a great job by preparing and packing up such tasty meals for us. Meals of, Grilled chicken with roasted vegetables and a bottle of iced tea, Beef burgers with sweet potato fries and a cold milkshake, Spaghetti carbonara with garlic bread and fresh lemonade, Sandwiches with fruit salads, Fried eggs and sausage with toast and juice, Rice balls with salmon and soy sauce, served with pineapple juice, Macaroni and cheese with sparkling water, and so many more. Giselle passed four bags each to Lucas and I, while she held three to herself.

Avril said to Dakar and made him eat from her spoon. “It’s tasty. Should I make it for you often?” he asked as she brought another spoon to his lips. “Yes, please. And Tortilla Española, and Chilaquiles, Enchiladas. Oh, also Tamales!” Avril blurted excitedly and Dakar just had to laugh.

the twins yelled in unison, their bright silver eyes crinkling as Elana dramatically gasped in mock surprise, making them shriek with laughter. Over by the massive stainless-steel refrigerator, Leela was bathed in the cool light of the open door. The pregnant Luna was practically raiding the shelves, her arms precariously loaded down with packages of sandwich meat, a large jar of mayo, and a massive jar of dill pickles. Sensing the shift in the air, Leela bumped the refrigerator door shut with her hip and turned around.

ELARA I pressed the teddy bear back into its place at the corner of my desk, smiled at it for a moment that was probably too long, and opened the premium lunch pack. My mouth instantly watered as the rich, savory aroma of pan-seared truffles and premium steak hit the air, causing a low, appreciative moan to escape my lips in the quiet office. Needing to hear from him immediately, I grabbed my smartphone. I paused for a fleeting second, my thumb hovering over the screen as a practical thought crossed my mind. Was he currently locked in an important international meeting right now?

She waved Leonard over to help her. By the time dinner was ready, they had already gone through most of the packages. It was honestly the most fun she'd ever had. It was like opening thousands of mystery boxes all at once. They found over 600 edible items inside, mostly snacks—chips, cookies, cupcakes, soda, candy—basically everything you could dream of. Hayley even opened more than ten cases of cola and lemon-lime soda. Feeling generous, she handed out a bottle to everyone there. Of course, some stuff had gone bad, such as fresh foods that spoiled ages ago, so she just tossed those aside without a second thought.

“Just dropping these off real quick, Lucía. Some food for him.” “Come in, come in. I’m still cleaning up the kitchen,” she said, stepping aside to let me in. The apartment looked just like the last time I’d been here. Neat, full of light, and too masculine for a guy who wore hotel slippers while raiding the fridge. In the corner of the dining table, the monstera plant from my birthday still looked alive and well. I headed straight for the kitchen. Pulled out the stainless-steel lunchboxes filled with arroz rojo, sliced beef asado, and ensalada de nopales, Geraldo’s favorites, and placed them in the pantry.