Showing posts with label tupperware. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tupperware. Show all posts

Friday, November 15, 2019

Happy Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day!

JENN McKINLAY: No, I’m not kidding. This is a legit holiday. It’s in the national day calendar and everything. Here is my proof:



You're welcome! Apparently, it was named a national day to encourage people to clean out their refrigerators in preparation for the upcoming holidays. And I just want to say that the picture above is clearly not a real person's fridge. I mean, there's actual shelf space in there! That is not normal. 

I don't think I've even seen the shelves of my refrigerator since the day we bought it. Plus, there are no weird lab experiments of moldy growing things that have acclimated to the cooler temperature and have started to evolve into sentient beings. What? Just me?

Hub, bless his heart, is the great condiment collector. He loves to barbecue and every time he fires up the grill, he has a new sauce to try. For some reason, we never seem to use the entire bottle, so the lowest shelf in our fridge is where condiments go to die.



My issue is different. I buy a lot of fruits and vegetables, because I really want to be the person who is going to eat them. Sadly, I'm not her yet. They tend to linger in the crisper, which more aptly should be called the wilter, until they get mushy and are then shuffled out to the compost pile in the backyard accompanied by the sound of my dry heaves.


Another fail (mine) is leftovers. No one in my house eats leftovers unless it's meat, potatoes, or homemade mac and cheese. That's it. Everything else should just go straight into the garbage, do not pass Go, do not collect $100 dollars. And yet, I carefully box the leftover spaghetti, fried rice, tuna casserole, and assorted whatnot into snazzy Tupperware containers (Ugh, plastic!) that fill every nook and cranny until we celebrate the great removal day, which is apparently today!


I don't know about you all, but refrigerator cleaning is not on my short list of things I want to do -- unless I'm on deadline -- and it generally falls somewhere between taking the car through the carwash (Fun!) and doing fork recon in one of the Hooligans's rooms (Eek!). However, given that I could not shove one more item of Tupperware into the fridge last night, I have a feeling National Clean Your Refrigerator Day is coming for me!

How about you, Reds and Readers, how is your refrigerator maintenance? Do you need a national day to get it done? Also, do you eat leftovers? I might have some for you!




Sunday, February 24, 2008

ON PLASTIC


















On May 9, 2007 Tupperware announced Brooke Shields as the celebrity spokesperson for Tupperware’s "Chain of Confidence" campaign in the USA. The campaign invites women to celebrate the strong bonds of female friendships and the self-confidence derived from those relationships.

**Wikipedia
I‘m generally not a yeller. In the face of adversity, I’m usually more in the problem-solving mode than the victim mode.

So why, the other day, was I in my kitchen howling? Because a whole raft of plastic containers and lids—-separate and I’m sure none matching any other-—came tumbling clattering sliding down onto my head from the highest shelf in the cabinet. Apparently they were finally executing their long-plotted plan to escape.

It was hilarious, I’m sure, if you aren’t the one being buried in a plastic avalanche. I tried to bat them away, unsuccessfully, as they attacked me. I wound up surrounded by plastic stuff, the cabinet empty, the floor covered. Me enraged.

To make it worse, my darling husband started laughing, always a mistake in situations like this, and he later told me I was yelling “Why? Why?” (Kind of like Nancy Kerrigan without the little skirt.)

Why? Why? As if the world doesn’t allow things to happen without a reason. (And it doesn’t count that the reason is that I had Fibber McGee’d them into the cabinet and of course they were gonna fall.)

But it got me thinking. In books, nothing should happen without a reason. And if Charlie McNally had Tupperware fall on her head, there would have to be a bigger picture reason why. To prove she's disorganized. Or a pack rat. Or to remind her of gravity, which then reminds her of a clue.

When I was editing PT from 743 pages down to 323, I did it by asking why, why, why. Why is this scene here? Why does this character say that? Why does she drive to the police station? And if it didn’t mean something, out it went.

So—shall we talk about motivation? Or-- whether anyone has conquered the Tupperware problem? (Hallie, I think I still have one container of yours…)

JAN: I feel the exact same way when I inadvertently create a mini earth quake or catastrophe -- which is not an infrequent occurrence. Why me?? Why have the Kitchen Gods done this to me now? Right now when I was (probably) rushing to get something done in the too-little time I always leave for it. And now have five minutes to get somewhere twenty minutes away.

But that's me. I have a feeling you are better with time management. And your tupperware catastrophe was probably a good omen. In fact I'm sure someone must have done a Feng Shui book about how Tupperware earthquakes in your "wealth corner" or "creativity corner" are predictive of good fortune!!! The tumbling out of fortuituous ideas..... See if you are a novelist Hank, you can make up a new meaning for every life event!

As to writing a scene -- I think every little bit of dialogue, action and characterization has to be there for a reason, or else we don't have storytelling -- we have life as it is -- with all its randomness and tedium. NO one wants to read about actual life. We want to read the meaningful, moving, suspenseful and condensed version.

RO: I tend to write lean so when I ask why, I generally have to add stuff as opposed to taking stuff out. More often I find myself asking "why wouldn't she..." If I can convince myself that it isn't too far-fetched for a character to do something, then I let her do it. But when you write an amateur sleuth, she will invariably do things that most real people wouldn't do..like stick her nose in where it doesn't belong.

Re: rubber containers...that's why I store them in a bottom drawer.

ROBERTA: Me too, Ro: I'm in the spare camp. I would never, ever, ever be in the position of having to edit from 743 pages to 300-something. I don't think I've hit the 300 page mark yet for a book! I think I must make assumptions about what's in my head and how well it's translated to the page.

And some day we should talk more about sticking noses where they don't belong. Every once in while it's enough to make me want to write a police procedural. Except (sigh), it sounds like so much work...

HALLIE: You know, what we're talking about is the intersection of plot and character. Your plot requires your Fiona to do X, but it only works if you've established a personality and history for Fiona that makes her doing X inevitable. And in a first draft, sometimes you write 443 pages of backstory that later needs to be cut. Not me...I'm like Roberta and I have to layer that stuff in later in order to make actions ring true.

If I store my plastic containers on the bottom of that closet, then I'll have to store the vacuum cleaner on the top shelf and then... it's too ugly to even contemplate.

HANK: Intersection of plot and character. I love that, Hallie. Because it also creates a moment of action. At an intersection, you have to make a decision. Turn? Go straight? I was reading a pal's manuscript, and at one point I asked : "Why does she do that?" And the answer came back: "She just does." That's a dead end.

But really, I do want to know what you do with your Tupperware-ish stuff. I found one of those plastic-containers-stacked-on-a-lazy-susan things. At the drug store? And it's terrific. (Next blog, pan lids.)

And PS--did you all see the cover of the new New Yorker? (My husband was laughing when he saw it (see above.) I said, all in denial, "It's a thesis she's writing, I think." He kept laughing)