If you've read The Epic Journey, you already know where this is going. If not, let me explain.

In 2017, I hopped in my dad's van and drove with him down to Barcelona. Along the way, we had some quality arguments about the rights of the current driver with regard to stewardship of the playlist, and enjoyed some excellent views of the French, Andorran and Spanish outdoors. And then, quite expectedly, we got the munchies.

And that's when a legend was born.

Now, I didn't spend an hour writing the long version so I could give it all away in two sentences, but I will tell you this: If you've ever seen teflon, you know you don't want to eat it. Up until now, I'd played the victim very well whenever the teflon chips were mentioned, but today, that all changed.

Just recently, while staying at a cottage that happened to have a bread oven, I decided it would be tasty and authentic to heat up some left-over pasta in said oven, rather than using the gas. You know, rustic and all that. But I soon forgot about it and it was only during the moving-out clean-up, a week later, that I found the dish.

Having had almost a week of constant (as in 24 hours a day) fire in the wood stove, I believe I have inadvertently manufactured something to rival the infamous teflon chip.

Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to present to you...
Teflon pasta.
So hard, you can sharpen an axe on it.

The moment of discovery.

Fusion has occurred.