And that moral...is patience.
If you are not patient, right after devouring a chunk of Banana Coconut Sweet Cake, you will decide to make pasta, because you are hungry (unfortunately, in my case, greed and impatience seem irrevocably intertwined).
If you are not patient, you will put the dry pasta into the pot on the highest heating to make sure the pot gets hot quickly.
If you are not patient, you will get bored after 0.0001 seconds, and then decide to boil the water in the kettle, because boiling water on the stove, with the pasta, would take too long.
If you are not patient, you will run back to read your manga online because you reeeeeeeeally want to know how Fruits Baskets ends and finding out after your pasta cooked is not an option.
No, really, it wasn't.
If you are not patient, half an hour later, you will smell smoke, run into your kitchen and start choking to death on the fumes from charred pasta.
That's right. Charred pasta.
If you are not patient, you will run outside with the pan and dump the pasta on the ground, then run back in while you open every single window in your house to try and get rid of the smell/fumes with a T-shirt wrapped around your mouth to minimize smoke inhalation (this is a really stupid thing to do. I would not advise it. Not even with adult supervision).
If you are not patient, whilst opening a window, you will realise that it is a windy day, and the charred pasta is now on fire.
Yes, I did indeed say on fire. Here's a picture for proof:
At this moment, hopefully, common sense kicks in and you get a glass of water and and pour it over and save yourself (and more importantly....the environment) from the smoke.
So, I hope you've all learnt something. Mull that over, while I sit here and celebrate narrowly avoiding becoming a Darwin award recipient.