Sometimes you can cast your eyes over a scene, carefully taking it all in, and still not have any idea how things got this bad. I imagine it’s what a crime scene detective must feel like when looking at a particularly gory murder scene. Or maybe I’m exaggerating.
In this case, however, I’m probably not. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much tomato sauce, and I’ve definitely not seen this much tomato sauce all over a cream kitchen before. The splattered remains of a stick blender on the counter tell me that someone forgot to wait until they’d put the stick into the sauce before turning it on. I don’t think they’ll be making the same mistake again any time soon.