When I was 13, I begged Mama to let me have a Tupperware party. It took some work but finally she agreed.

Out in the country where we lived, people tended only to socialize at church because they were too busy making a living to dilly dally. I had just reached the age where I had tremendous zest for cooking and all things related to it. Mama was still using leftover loaf bread wrappers, Cool Whip bowls and tin foil to store leftovers.

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