One for the road.

I've always had an intense love for tupperware. A love that could only be rivaled by maybe puppies, Peterbilt even. Sure it stained if Spaghetti lingered too long, but there is just something alluring about its inexpensively priced competitors and that semi-vacuum seal. The ability to maintain a decent amount of freshness, while warding off mold and other unsightly tragedies riles me up.

Not only do I, along with countless suburban housewives, utilize tupperware to contain my most tastey of meals, but, while longingly staring into my favorite receptacle, I realized I've tupperwared myself all over the United States. I genuinely wondered, can I truly be encompassed in a 4 inch deep/5inch wide generic plastic container, or would I ooze, leak and seep.. or worse, rot?

I pondered, reflected, mulled over all of the many individuals who have a substantial and concrete piece of myself tucked away somewhere in their fridge or freezer. I know some of you have thoughtlessly let my insides corrode and furthermore thrown me out like yesterdays garbage, lacking such respect as to not even take the time and rinse out my tupperware.

It's okay. I've got the good ones. The ones that freeze me, defrost me, and devour me whole.