Haleakalasagna

You have had this for dinner before, this luscious plate of saucy tomatoes and slippery noodles.

You have slurped forkfuls of this delectable morsel, and you have writhed in pain and grabbed your waterglass as the cheese lava immolates your tastebuds cooking them to bubbly tenderness. Ow, you make think to yourself, that was not bright. No one was watching, why did I not spit that mouthful of steam and boiling oil back onto the plate it came from? ow ow ow, you think gulping cool wine, realizing as it goes down that those singed tastebuds don't relay flavor, and that, well, they still hurt. A lot.

hell has no fire like molten cheese.