Mr. Morris & The Time Warp

My tall and handsome husband likes to make oatmeal.

He likes to make oatmeal in the afternoon when he is working. (Sam I Am?)
Once the oatmeal is on the stove, he repairs to his studio for just a "moment", he goes into the studio for what is, in his mind, just a minute, but to the rest of the world about 3/4 of an hour, then upon returning to the kitchen (or his wife's return home) he finds (or his wife finds) that his oatmeal is unrecognizable black smoking lava in the bottom of what was a perfectly solid and attractive pot.

But- how can this be? I was only in the studio for a moment....ah... the time warp! It's very much like Einstein's theory about time, you remember from high school? There are two twins, one is put into a space capsule traveling near the speed of light, leaves Earth and then returns 40 years later. The Earth twin has aged normally, but the traveling twin has hardly aged at all. (Where was I?, I'm making an analogy, Jim is the traveling twin, the time warp)

Supposedly he sets the kitchen timer to remind him that his oatmeal is cooking, but he cannot hear the timer from the studio as it is an adjoining building. (But his wife can, and often, his sleeping son can).

There have been several rules made about not being able to go out to the studio while one is cooking, but thus far have been ignored.

Jim looked in on my while I was writing this and said, "Well, I won't use your pink toothbrush to clean my turn table, even though you say bad things about me. I could though."