Ensaladera Novel Tupperware Novels & Stories

On the far side of the kitchen was an entire smooth bar! In the center of the kitchen was a large lit-up open-air cooler with an assortment of snacks like different cheeses, yogurts and parfaits, premade sandwiches, hardboiled eggs, and premade salads. There was a separate large fridge with a see-through glass door with a ton of bottled beverages and a fountain machine. My mouth hung open at the sight of it all. “Holy hell,” I whispered, staring at my surroundings. “This place is huge.” “The kitchen staff works really hard,” Penny said, looking around as well. “They change it all over for breakfast at 8 pm and then again for lunch.”

Dylan opens the cooler. Brian immediately whistles. “You packed twelve kinds of drinks?” Dylan nods proudly. “Hydration matters.” Karen stares at him. “You brought six bottles of sparkling water.” “I get thirsty differently.” Nobody questions him anymore. Alejandro opens the sandwich container first. He takes one bite, stops chewing, looks at Mrs. Harper then at me. “Did somebody accidentally pour the entire ocean into these?” Mrs. Harper blinks. “What?” I quickly taste mine, the salt hits immediately. My eyes widen.

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.

To her. When I open the fridge, I'm glad we opted for snacks instead of groceries because the thing is full to the brim. I spy enchiladas, birria, flan, guacamole, arroz rojo, and pozole. A moan has me looking over my shoulder to find Catalina chewing with her eyes closed. "I can't remember the last time I had churros. They're so good" "Why can't you have whatever you want at the house? Is it because of Salazar? Does he dictate everything you do down to what you eat?"

The whiskey level dropped and the names got more outrageous. Zee knocked on the door around noon with a couple of lunches. Reusable bento lunch boxes held a ham sandwich, separate bags of lettuce, tomato and pickles, along with mayonnaise and mustard packets and a slice of cheese. Also in the bento style box were chips, apple slices, baby carrots and two cookies. On her way out, she snagged the nearly empty whiskey bottle. “Sorry, I’m not dealing with Nessie upset over you boys being drunk.” “Are all the lunches like this?” Werewolf asked as they both spread their lunches out on the desk.

"I'm going to eat. I feel my stomach boiling ." When we opened the plastic bags, there we saw a lot of tupperware. We also opened it and I immediately inhaled the fragrant menudo. I was even hungrier because of that. Apart from menudo, there is also afritada, pakbet, chicken and adobo. "It's too much," Aikee said laughing. "Are we going to finish it?" Arnal did not answer, instead he took a paper plate and spooned a lot of rice.

I double-checked it first and saw my name on the side I looked for who it was from but nothing was tainted by another name. I took it and thought it was heavy but light. I brought it inside and immediately closed the gate carefully because it would be difficult for a bad person to enter me here, and I was alone. What can it contain? Where did the size come from? I didn't make any more questions in my mind, because I might just have a headache. I just opened the box and I was surprised by what I saw. The meat is full of food and everything inside is my favorite. There were biscuits, chocolates, and two ice creams placed in the Tupperware. It didn't soften because he was placed in a small box

Now, he is going to opt for masters but which stream is still a big question. The table at the left corner near the window having a natural wooden polish on a round table with benches were booked for us. They order their regular churros, nachos, potato cheese croquettes, Matt special cookies, and Shirley temples which is a sweet blend of classic maraschino cherries and lemon-lime soda with a special touch of Matt which is top secret. And after taking one sip they knew why it tastes so different and is their favourite of all times which is sweet, sour and a bit spicy just like them.

Vincent and I say our goodbyes, and then just the two of us remain in the penthouse after she closes the door behind her. "It all looks amazing. I don't know where to begin." Three items sit on the main dish plate, each unique and individual but appetizing. The largest is half a sandwich on a croissant bun. The insides spill out on the plate from where Mrs. Pinna cut the item in two. Celery and chicken in a white sauce remind me of an easy chicken salad sandwich, but the lettuce and carrot shavings were never included in the quick lunches my mother threw together for us on the weekends with something similar.