Step 11Dry the Crushed Charcoal
It was still wet after a day in the sun so I dumped it onto tinfoil on a pan and put it in the oven.
I tasted a mouthful of charcoal to see if it was any good. It didn't taste like a smoldering fire, which is what I was afraid of. I couldn't figure out what the taste was. Then I realized the taste was the taste of no taste at all. It was absorbing all the stuff from my mouth that could activate a taste bud. This was a non-taste I've probably never experienced before. I remembered how the old nuns in the old-folks convent at home used to eat burned toast for the charcoal. Those nuns were the best educated people in the area for a hundred years or more, so I figured they knew a thing or two. I chewed it up and swallowed that mouthful of tasteless carbon with gusto. I smiled with clean black teeth.
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