"She glared down at the pan. And then she kicked it. The first kick sent it tumbling a couple of feet; something black and gooey came out. The second kick got better distance, maybe because it wasn't as heavy now. Evidently unsatisfied, she advanced on one of the pickups and grabbed a hammer from the back. Going down on one knee, she swung the hammer for all she was worth and beat the hell out of that pan, then she got up and kicked it one more time for good measure. "Damn," Walt muttered. "I'm not ever going to say a single bad thing about her cooking. "Yeah," Eli muttered in return. "No matter what it is, I'll eat it or die. Even that cake." "More like, eat it die," Patrick put in."