Last night Jilda made black-eyed peas, mac & cheese, and cornbread. We thought our nephew and his family that just moved back from Mississippi was going to supper with us, but as I glanced through Facebook while the tea was steeping, I noticed pictures of them eating at Golden Rule BBQ.
I doubt their supper was better than ours, but that's beside the point. We had a ton of leftovers that I was putting up after we ate.
When I opened the door to the Cabinet where we store the plastic Containers, about ten of them in varying sizes tumbled out with lids following on their heels.
Gathering up all the polyvinyl chloride containers, I wiped them off and then sorted through for a few containers large enough to hold the leftover food.
Selecting two of the containers was the easy part. When I tried to find matching lids, there weren't any. I took every bowl out of the cabinet and every lid, and none of them fit. Plan B. I got two containers that were a little smaller, but their lids were not where to be found.
As it turns out, we have a cabinet full of useless containers. I think the tops exist, but they are in stealth mode or perhaps they only live in a parallel universe. It's a mystery.
I would invest in a company that manufactured plastic bowl with tethered lids that cannot be separated.
