I made creme brulee. As in, from scratch. No big deal. Our friends for whom we are house-sitting have quite the foodie reputation. I leapt for those ramekins and that butane torch like you wouldn't believe, sister. And that butane torch; let's just say the bright blue and yellow of flame, the slight crackle of heated sugar along with that smell reminiscent of toasting marshmallows, it did the trick this fourth of July like no fireworks could have done.
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