There’s a problem in this world that needs to be addressed.
The problem begins with “plastic cont” and ends with “ainer.”
I’m all for saving the world, one plastic tree at a time, but there’s only so far this lazy housewife is willing to go. I don’t use quite as many Ziploc bags as I used to; in fact, I hardly use any plastic baggies at all. Instead I try to use reusable containers as much as humanly possible.
But DAMMIT, these plastic container manufacturers are making it harder for me to stay semi-sane.
Do you see all of those plastic container lids I have on the bottom shelf of the cabinet? There’s approximately twenty-eleven lids in there, all of which came with matching storage bases. Do you see all of those containers on the top slider shelf? There’s not twenty-eleven of them up there. I’d guess I have 1/2 the amount of containers than plastic lids to match.
I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not one of those weirdos featured on My Strange Addiction who eats plastic containers.
Way back in 1998, I had a Tupperware wedding shower. Yes, really.
I had 3-4 other wedding showers, too, but the one with my extended family was a Tupperware party because at the time, my aunt was a consultant and my mom was very practical. For all intents and purposes, though it sounds weird, it was the best idea for a wedding shower ever. I was stocked up on a cabinet full of lifetime guaranteed plasticware, ready to start wedded bliss as a near-child bride.
I do still have most of that circa-1998 Tupperware, along with some odd pieces my mom handed down to me. Sometime along the way since I got married, the whole Earth blew up and every lunch meat processor started selling their cold cuts in reusable plastic containers.
Those lunch meat containers along with the grocery store-available containers have infiltrated my Tupperware cabinet.
And fuck-all, none of the plastic lids match any of the plastic bases. Even the lids made by the same manufacturer as the bases don’t match up with their own kind.
This square Ziploc lid doesn’t match its own square Ziploc container. ITS OWN KIND. They don’t even like their OWN KIND.
Ziploc should match Ziploc; Rubbermaid should match Rubbermaid; Glad should match Glad; Hillshire Farms should match Hillshire Farms; no-name-given should match no-name-given.
But these stupid plastic containers are stupid and don’t match up. I’d totally take the blame if it was a dishwasher-melting situation, but it’s just not so. They’re completely different and don’t match, even though the tops and bottoms are made by the same company.
I swear it’s a conspiracy, man.
Or maybe it’s a conspiracy BY The Man to keep us women in a tailspin of frustration in the kitchen.
It’s time to start a plastic container revolution. Or develop a taste for hard plastic.