I am so proud. My eldest just came home from the Rat Patrol Thanksgiving dinner. She brought ingredients to make homemade pizza. Which she made, and her boyfriend Cody cooked. With a blowtorch. On the wooden back porch of an apartment in Chicago. The tenant came out at one point and commented "that's probably violating some kind of fire code" and then returned inside.
Yes, my daughter made a blowtorch pizza. It was, by her account, a crowd favorite. "Hey, you got to try some of the blowtorch pizza."
I have always had a knack with fire. But now, clearly, the torch has been passed.