Day 29

The transformation continues. I feel the pulse of pasta power coursing through my veins, my very blood congealing from the thin cream it once was into a robust bechamel. I can taste seasonings more bold and brilliant than anyone can possibly imagine. My touch carmelizes that which is raw, turns it into something golden-brown and delicious.

Lunch was skipped.

Dinner was composed of four plates of pasta:

Crusade
Wrath
Cataclysm
Anime Panda

And still I hunger for more.

A special thanks to my dining companion, Ca'va'tapp, one of the eldritch pastalords who has chosen me for his vessel!