Speaking of fictional meals to emulate, one day this coming year I want to try draining spaghetti through a tennis racket.
I cannot believe is is anywhere near as easy as Jack Lemmon makes it look, here as Mr Baxter, cooking Christmas dinner for the suicidal Miss Kubilek (Shirley MacLaine) in The Apartment (Billy Wilder, 1960), which I watched last night with Marz on her recommendation.
A beautifully bleak film (the joy is in the visuals), with a sliver of happiness at the end.
But will the happiness slither off the edge, like wet spaghetti?
I think the spaghetti would behave like an octopus, but Marz says no, that I have no idea how physical things behave, it wouldn't be that hard to drain it in a tennis racket.
So... WE SHALL SEE WHO'S RIGHT!
Either way, to do it like Jack Lemmon, who does seven things at once with his hands, without looking---now that would be impossible.
I hope to write more later today, but now I'm going to put the pot roast in the oven. I do take the time to sear the meat and veg beforehand, but it's a very easy meal indeed.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Or what have you...
