I started to cook my pasta that day at 5, knowing that with my penchant for causing trouble, i'd be done by 6 ... I'd boiled the water, watched the simmering foam boil up from the inside of a black pot, pushing aside the lid as the water comes up inside and pours over and makes the gas fire sputter in indignation.

Of course, the pasta is overcooked ... I don't stir it at all, and I'm watching TV instead of watching the damned cooking ... so the pasta's so soft it follows apart on the fork ... which is just a little gross.  But it's okay ... the pasta sauce is good after I cut up a few tomatoes into them, since I'm a crazy tomato fiend ... so I cut up tomatoes and dump it into my canned pasta sauce