I’m in a hurry making a salad. The last thing I want to be doing. I reach into the fridge and retrieve the tub of finely grated parmesan cheese. I observe large lumps inside. I shake it vigourously to break up the lumps. I discover that the lid is not fastened, as a fine thick spray of cheese evenly spreads over the sink, the counter, the salad, the floor, my hair, my clothes. Rage au gratin.