not so still life in the kitchen

The marquee outside this establishment might read, "Messes Made Nightly" if I lived in a theatre or a bar maybe.  It seems something is always boiling over or spilling or breaking in the kitchen.  Not that I've anything to do with this.  

Tonight, it's the rice liquid burbling down the sides of the pan like it is trying to escape the heat by sliding overboard.  A dish of salt gets knocked over, grains falling to the floor to join the bread crumbs that landed there when toast had to be excavated from the toaster.

All is not doom and gloom. Here now are some scenes of food less tossed, and messing that turned into meals.