The place looked like a slaughterhouse. Dripping blood everywhere; but no, Maxie had forgotten to put the lid on the blender when he was making the passata. That's thick tomato sauce, if you're a kitchen ignoramus like me. I looked around: no Maxie. There was a smell of browning flesh and a size 9 cook's knife missing along with the chopping board and at least a pound of carrots: I reckoned bolognaise was in the offing. I took a couple of steps into the room and wham, the floor came up to hit me.
Goddam tomato sauce. Maxie never could use a mop like a pro.
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Date: 2004-03-26 01:27 pm (UTC)Goddam tomato sauce. Maxie never could use a mop like a pro.