I think it would be fun and satisfying to throw a disappointing dinner at the wall. But unlike fatass, I'd have to clean my own mess up.
When I was like eight, my Mother wigged out at dinner once and threw a huge bowl of spagett and meatballs and sauce over everyones head. I only remember the visual and pulling stuff off my head and eating it. That never happened before and never happened again. Turns out as the story goes, her meds were messed up at the pharm and she was on insulin shots as well. But she always made excellent pasta, never broke in half.