When I was growing up Chinese food was a regular weekly dinner. Back then it was the unhealthy stuff like shrimp and lobster sauce, lo mein and fried rice. With each take out dinner we washed and stored the containers. Take out or prepared foods came from Anthony the butcher who had pre-made main courses like your would buy today at Whole Foods. They came in foil or tin containers. The tin containers were re-used. In homes all over the NY tri-state area (and I am sure other areas) the ritual continues. This, in spite of the fact that Glad, Ziploc and Target offer many other options of containers for purchase.
Today I came home from an event and went to put away one of the aforementioned containers~ a new one from Chinese food earlier in the week. This is when I realized~ not only do we not cook often enough to be giving away left-overs (like you might at a family holiday dinner) but for a family who doesn't order in much we have a lot of containers. What are we containing? This is just a small part of what had accumulated in my cabinets.
I have a container that holds tops alone. My preference is for the old school Chinese food containers like these (the quart and pint size)
versus the new take-out containers that so many places use now
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So many of the tops here are not interchangeable but the nice thing is that the smaller ones (less tall) and the tall ones stack together. I threw out an entire bag full. I mean, space is at a premium here in NYC why I am holding onto enough containers to open my own take-out place?
Which brings me to containing water. My husband is the only husband I know who has his own cabinets~ one for water bottles and one for beer glasses. He likes to stay hydrated.
so do my kids who have ammassed a water bottle collection to rival that of an professional cyclist.
We never had this growing up. My father used the family glasses and we did not tote water everywhere for fear of dehydrating. Not that this is a bad thing toting your own water, but it takes up a lot of space in my kitchen.
My son had his first real NY subway experience today. While he and my husband were heading uptown
to his soccer game the train was stopped for a jumper. Ninety minutes they waited on the train. They missed all but the end of the soccer game.
Sorkin article in the NY Times today… must go read.