Categorical Aperitif

From the alternate universe where Jackson Pollock became a chef rather than a painter, and he pioneered "action cooking," wherein he would put plates on the floor and just walk around with bucketfuls of various meats, fish, vegetables, etc., grabbing and tossing and flinging and dripping as the spirit took him, until the filled plates would then be picked up and sold to hungry sophisticates who would eagerly pay upwards of $75 a plate for the resulting collaborations between Pollock, chance, and gravity, and only one diner out of ten came down with any serious gastrointestinal disorder, and hey, those are better odds than you get from the surrealists over at alternate-universe Taco Bell.