RecipeMuncher

True story. A long time ago, I bought a blowtorch not so I could caramelise petit creme brulees, but so I could take to whole cakes with it. When I wield the torch, I am Martha Rambo Stewart, applying a burnish to my cake with tightlipped concentration. In 2008 : A Baking Odyssey, I am the ape in a gingham apron, arms raised at the spectre of the monolithic blowtorch. Cake is good, my friends. And fire? Fire is a beautiful thing. It all started with the urge to make lemon curd, and eventually (...)