Hello, My Name is Gansie, and I’m a Tupperware-aholic
I’m not even kidding. That above is my tupperware cabinet. So not only am I terribly disorganized with my tupperware, but I have enough to fill an entire cabinet. Tupperware is definitely a learned addiction in my family.
At any given point, DAD GANSIE will have at the very least, six old sour cream containers that are guaranteed not to be filled with the intended substance. I’m serious. The man saves anything plastic. And then saves anything to put in that plastic. My family has 3 1/2 fridges, for 3 people, just to give you an idea of how much plastic is needed to fill all of that chilled space.
And, now, as an adult with my own place, and even after I swore I wouldn’t worship at the alter of tupperware… I own about 40 plastic containers. Some are ganked from when friends bring food over, some are leftovers from Thai, some are acutally bought and all of them are taking over my life.
80 begs me to throw some away. But I just can’t. I need that little glass jar that used to hold artichokes just in case I need to save half of a lime. And that tall, thin cylinder, yes, I need 7 of them just in case I make a large batch of soup and need to freeze a few servings. I have a container for every sort of leftover need, and some that I haven’t even used yet, but know that I will one day. Yes, I have a tupperware problem. I’ll admit it. But I’m just not ready to give it up.