When she was finished getting the small hamburger chunks fully cooked, we spilled into the skillet a double portion of pasta (I keep extra on hand of each type.) with the dry sauce, milk and water. The pan sizzled as it heated up to boiling, and important step to further make sure that the meat is fully cooked and also to get the pasta on its way to softening. She remarked that at this point it doesn’t look like much, and in fact not appetizing at all, so I offered for her to watch and see how this ugly duckling would turn into a beautiful swan of a dinner. The instructions say to turn down the heat to simmer as soon as it is boiling, but I was raised by a suspicious mother who didn’t always do what she was told, because of safety concerns, so I let it boil for a couple of minutes and then lowered the stove temperature to simmer for the next ten minutes. With the lid off of the skillet she could see the mixture losing its liquid and starting to look a lot more appetizing. But, when we got to the four minutes left, I added a handful of frozen veggies that I had warmed up in the microwave oven and the whole mass turned into a very foot fetish festive looking display. At that point with still a couple of minutes left of simmering, she backed into my front and reached around back to tell me how much she was impressed by this display. My answer to that was a firm hug of her and the admonition that more was to come. When I took it off of the burner, it was ready to set up (thicken) and so I took a few tablespoons of sour cream and stirred it in along with some cooked and sliced mushrooms, by then the smells were intoxicating and it set up really quickly. I had her get out two plates, one for the each of us and to set the table with a small container of cut up honey dew melon chunks and a chilled bottle of sparkling water. With all of this it became a feast fit for a king. A pervy one in my case as I ate with asian my eyes admiring the webcam fine shape of the girl across from me. After our eating our meal to music that I chose to enjoy, but not offend her. (In my house the chef gets to choose the music, with due regard for the other listeners,) we cleaned up the kitchen and put away the extra meal left in the pan right into the fridge with the cover on. I don’t believe in dirtying up any more kitchen hardware than is necessary. Then with the dining room also cleared up and wiped down, we settled together on the couch to watch the last half an hour of evening news. The local T.V. station takes two and a half hours to tell the news, when actually the last half an hour covers all that is necessary to know, including sports and the weather. I amateur wonder if anyone else notices that television news includes at least three weather news portions taking up more than five minutes (within each half an hour), while the sports is allowed only ninety seconds for the full duration, if that much. Oh well, as long as Rich Eisen and Dan Patrick are around we sports fans will get all of the gritty details that we can stand to listen to. But little Miss Lily and I settled on japanese the couch, but she soon ended up on my lap with my hands guided by her to under her T-shirt to liven up her nipples while the announcers of the news droned on. 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