Ensaladera Novel Tupperware Novels & Stories

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.

Beecher in particular looked ravenous as he scanned the room for food. “I wanted to try my hand at the breakfast burritos I saw in Brazil,” Zinnia spoke, noticing the same, as she flicked her wrist. On the table was suddenly a large platter laden with engorged tortillas stuffed with bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and cheese. Beecher’s mouth was full before he could utter a “thank you!”

But today, Sarah had brought dinner 20 minutes earlier than usual. "Yes, your dinner came unusually fast today." Sarah placed the insulated delivery bag on the coffee table. Elara stood up and thanked her. Sarah habitually opened the insulated bag and took out the food containers. Then Elara heard her make a surprised sound. "Did this restaurant change its packaging?" Elara recognized what Sarah was holding. It was one of her own home food containers. She walked over and opened the container to see that the mashed potatoes had been shaped into a heart, and the salad section had cute little cartoon figures made from cherry tomatoes and cheese.

After taking her bath, she slid on a turtle neck top and a leather skirt which she donned with boots. And as always she took Mia to school and dropped her off after which she proceeded to go about her business. Melissa cleared her throat after she was done talking. She had just finished presenting a new recipe and introduced her idea of a convenient meal - spaghetti and meatballs packaged in a canned container that could be eaten anywhere around the world. That was not all, she even introduced some spices she had worked up. Now she looked on in expectancy. It was time for her interviewers to give her feedback on what they thought.

“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.

As if he is not here 2 min ago. I walk to my desk and opens the paper bag. What insides shocks me. There is a tupperware with sandwiches and fried chicken on it. Another container has a salad. There is another one with cookies and cakes. Lastly there is a jug that has cold orange juice. I can see that it is freshly squeezed because there is still pulp floating on top. The phone rings again and I have a hunch who is calling. I have an urge to not answer it but I know I'll get in trouble if I don't answer it.

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.

Maya stands inside for one whole minute with the rolling door open and the light slanting in across the floor. Then she gets to work. Shelving along the left wall. Water at the back, stacked low. Food middle shelves, oldest in front, newest behind: tinned tomatoes, chickpeas, lentils, peas, asparagus, powdered milk, vacuum-sealed rice and instant oats. Calorie-dense, long shelf life, nothing requiring a tin opener she hasn't already packed three of. Medical in sealed boxes. Tools on the right. Batteries sorted by size, because chaos is how people end up trying to power a radio with rage and two mismatched AAs.

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?