Pulp Fiction in my Kitchen

I grabbed a leftover jar of spaghetti sauce by the lid for lunch today, and the thing dropped to the floor with a bang and explosion reminiscent of that scene in the car in Pulp Fiction. The dog was covered, my face was covered, the door, wall, ceiling, floor was covered. Sable happily cleaned much of it, but the ceiling remains a bit orange and I can see a few onions stuck to the patio door. Fun stuff.