On my first salary, I bought my mom her own Tupperware Spaghetti gift set. She loves to cook spaghetti for her only daughter and I would want to inspire her to cook more. I can still vividly remember I paid for that set for six paydays. And I had second thoughts buying the item. It was too expensive for an entry-level employee.
So many years have passed and my mother now has her grandchildren. She still cooks spaghetti and uses that old Tupperware Spaghetti gift set. Perhaps old habits die hard. Or it may possibly her way to charm the grandchildren the same way she charmed her daughter. And even after 18 years, her Spaghetti gift set is still very much dependable. When I borrowed it the other night (so I could take a photo of it), the set still looks decent and not at all tattered. She maybe loves the set so much she just couldn’t give it up.
I think so, too. It is, after all, her daughter’s gift to her when the latter received her first paycheck.
My mom’s Tupperware gift set comes with a pasta dispenser. I remember my mom would put drinking water on it instead of those pasta shells. I cannot remember anymore where that dispenser was, but it certainly served as well. The set also has a colander which my mom uses to drain her pasta and even rinse vegetables. It proudly sits beside her casserole as she uses it regularly on her cooking. She also uses the bowl frequently, same with the big fork and spoon for tossing and mixing her pasta dish.
My mom’s Filipino Style Spaghetti has such distinct taste. It is sweet topped with dozens of chopped hotdogs and ground pork. The dish is finished off with a topping of grated melted cheese. It could undoubtedly make the low-spirited me smile and forget my worries even for a few hours. The younger me then believed her mother’s spaghetti tasted extra delicious because of how it was presented. My mom would use the white square-shaped bowl and the dish simply looked so gorgeous.
As I have mentioned, my mother still uses her Spaghetti gift set. She lives just near ours and on Saturdays or Sundays, she would come to the house with her white Tupperware bowl filled with my favorite pasta. The kids would hurriedly help my mom with her bitbit. Their faces all glowing with delight. Their grandmother just prepared their favorite spaghetti served in a very familiar white and red Tupperware.
Looking back, good thing I bought that Tupperware gift set 18 years ago. It still carries my favorite spaghetti and remains the symbol of my mom’s unwavering love to her daughter and now, to her grandchildren.
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