A friend of mine from college days
once told me his greatest pleasure
was cooking a meal and then dropping
it on the floor. He’d dropped every
kind of dish in his time from lasagna
and stew to a full roast. What seemed
to excite him most was the moment before
the plate of food actually hit the floor
and was in mid-air. He invited me round
for supper once, but I said ‘What’s the
point it’ll end up on the floor.’ ‘It might
not’ he said ‘it depends what mood I’m in
and anyway you can enjoy the smell of it cooking.’
