Brian.

There once was a man named Brian. Brian enjoyed Mac n’ Cheese. So Brian took some pasta out of his pantry and placed it on the counter. He then proceeded to pull butter, milk, and cheese out of his refridgerator. After filling a pot from a nearby cupboard with water from his kitchen sink Brian was ready. With a sigh of anticipation, Brian opened up a journal on the counter to a fresh page and dated the top left corner, then without delay he began his process. Salting the boiling water like a pure professional, stirring the pot with the finesse of a renowned home cook, producing beautiful pasta at a perfect al dente. Swiftly he moved to the sink, colander in one hand and pot full of boiling, steaming, bubbling saltwater in the other. Carefully and slowly he poured, losing no more than seven peices. He softly and carefully shook the pasta in the colander to shed any excess water then poured his pasta back into the pot. Carefully and precisely, he sliced into his butter and poured milk into his measuring cup. After pouring the milk and butter into the pot full of thick, luscious pasta, he reached for his cheese. He opened his bag, assessed the contents, and then proceeded to pour the whole bag in with the pasta, butter, and milk. He then placed the pot back on the stove and began to stir. As the cheese and butter began to melt and the milk began to bubble, Brian began to blush, a slight smile crept across his face as he slowly stirred his Mac’ n Cheese. Brian’s eyes went wide. He realized he’d forgotten something. He raced to the pantry full speed, sliding on his linoleum floor straight to the door and swinging it wide open. He swiftly reached inside and grabbed a aluminum tin full of home-made Panko bread crumbs. Bolting back to the stove, sliding to a perfect stop right in front of his pot, he popped off the lid and poured a moderate handful of bread crumbs on top of his Mac n’ Cheese. He paused, a giddy feeling filled his heart and an involuntary grin flashed across his face. He turned off the stove, got a bowl from the nearest cupboard, and poured the golden, cheese drenched pasta into the bowl. Delicately he took a spoon out of a drawer beneath the countertop and placed his bowl next to the notebook. With a flush, pink face and a massive grin, he dug his spoon into his Mac n’ Cheese, scooped out a heaping spoonful, and stuck it in his mouth. Slowly chewing, he closed his eyes, his face expressing pure ecstacy. He chewed and chewed until suddenly, his expression changed. He swallowed quickly with a displeased look on his face. Brian picked up his pen and one line below the date he wrote, “More butter.” He slammed his notebook closed and dumped his Mac’ n Cheese in the garbage can. He placed his bowl in the sink, grabbed a single piece of bread out of the pantry and walked up the stairs back to his room. The End.