This was, of course, a recipe for disaster, but no one could have predicted the catastrophic size of same. Her foot hit the carpet runner and she literally slung two quarts of scalding hot “to die for” gravy into the center of the dining room table. At that instant, some law of physics took over and the gravy exploded like a grenade. We’re talking carpet, laps, glasses, curtains, and everything else within a 25-foot radius. Including the dog. All I could do was go totally silent.