Hello there, small, clear and handsome.
I’ve been thinking about you.
I can no longer hold back the strength of my emotions, and I must declare to all the world:
I love you, Pyrex!
Our relationship started out innocently enough with a medium sized measuring cup. Seemingly nothing all that special, yet how could I have known how I would grow to love the simplicity of your design, the beauty of your form, the strength within your fragility.
Along came a set of three mixing bowl with snap-on lids. (I shiver with the memory.) The bowls so bright yet still see-through. You declared your contents to me with an honesty that prior storage had shied away from. And when two of the bowls broke, the lids fit perfectly on my vintage Pyrex bowls, for your classic form never goes out of style.
Long before the dangers of microwaving in plastic became known, you provided me with the safety and security that I craved. I knew you would never harm me, that our love was reciprocal, equal, special.
I look around my kitchen, and there you are. My pie pans, casserole dishes, measuring cups and of course, my mixing bowls. Ahh . . . the memories of young love.
Our love has deepened and evolved through the years. I know I can depend on you.
But we are at a point where where we’ve been together for a long time, and I’m looking to add some variety to our intimate relationship. Fear not, my glassy eyed lover. I’m just keeping an eye out for some Pyrex bread pans. I feel that they will further strengthen and deepen our relationship.
While others may buy bowls, pans and storage that need constant replacing, you and I will stay together for better or worse. The landfills will not be filled with the detritus from our love.
Thank you Pyrex, you have made me a happy woman indeed.
To find out more about the effects of plastic food storage, visit fakeplasticfish.com, Beth Terry’s terrific blog.
Click here to read my other Non-Consumer Advocate love letters.
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”