Suw’s father was possibly a bit enthusiastic with the brandy on our Christmas pudding (a very moist English fruit cake for my countrymen who might be impossibly confused about the idea of setting a pudding alight). When I flambé things, the flames usually die down after only a short while, leaving the dessert warmed but otherwise unaffected. This poor pud went on flaming for about five minutes, setting some of the raisins on fire, hence the bright orange jet on the side. The result was a bit of charcoal taste, like when marshmallow toasting turns the white globs of fluff into sugary infernos.
I shouldn’t complain too much because at least it allowed me to get some great action shots.