Not My Mother’s Tupperware

Over the years, my experiences with Tupperware have been few and far between. Growing up I remember a small collection of storage containers with that famous Tupperware logo around the house.  A collection that I’m almost certain my mother purchased before I was even born. Looking back now, the crazier thing about these memories is that decades later, most of the Tupperware pieces are still around. Seriously, just have a look in my father’s pantry. Of course the family lost a few over the years, some to hot stove elements (guilty as charged) and some to our relocation back and forth across Canada. Yet surprisingly enough, the last time I used one of those containers it still worked as new.

It wasn’t until I lived in Medicine Hat a few years back that I even realized Tupperware had stepped out of the 1970’s. It was there, in The Mall, that I stumbled on a kiosk selling Tupperware. My father generously offered to purchase a handful of FridgeSmart containers for me; big, small, square, rectangular, the FridgeSmart containers – with its two air-lock tabs – blew my mind. These were nothing like the green and yellow pickle jars I remember…or the buttery/cheese tray…or that sweet round container we always used on Taco Night.  Nope, these were new to me…hip…modern…Tupperware had clearly evolved.

With my new collection of containers, I happily went about my day to day life. Storing bag after bag of fresh fruit, vegetables, cheese, meat, you name it. The entire time, unaware that even with my “new” Tupperware, I truly had no idea how much more there was to learn. Fast forward. Erin comes into my life and flips my entire understanding of Tupperware upside down. She had containers for everything. From cereal to bread, avocado keeper to wine glasses, spatulas to collapsible lunch containers, there was something for everything. I think my mind was truly taken over the top when Erin showed up with a SmartSteamer. This wild contraption (pictured below), actually blocks the microwave rays from hanging out with your food and directs it towards the water held in the reservoir underneath. Seeing as I didn’t even have a microwave until just this last month, I still can’t wonder why, in our world of fast food, everyone and their dog doesn’t have one of these.

After learning that Erin’s mother was involved in Tupperware, I began to understand how this colourful world of storage and prep was just second nature to her. For me it has been like fumbling around the woman’s section of The Bay. Why use this container when I should use this one. No, not that dish Chris, use this. Silly me I suppose, but then again, I still don’t fully get the breadth of Tupperware’s reach.

So where is this random blog post going, you ask? Well, as a food lover who’s never spent much time with the big T, I really want to see what Tupperware can do for me. Of course, I’m lucky enough to be walking into Erin’s collection, so that helps. On top of that, we have been lucky enough to borrow a new item to test drive occasionally. And seeing as most people don’t have the ability to try kitchen prep and storage items before they buy, I’m going to write about my experiences and share it with you. Who knows, maybe we’ll all end up ordering something.  After this weekend, I’ve already got my eyes on a pair of kitchen shears.


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