The Spice must flow...

...just finished my first batch of Creme Brulee for Amy's family here in Austin, thus freeing me up to go see *my* family in Dallas, roughly three hours away. I'm tired as shit, but hopefully a rare caffeine injection will see me through safely. And it probably will, as long as the Brulee torch isn't leaking butane like it might be and doesn't explode in my trunk among the 4 gallons of firedancing fuel in there with it.

Maybe I'll carry the torch in the front...

...closer to the spark plugs...

At least it isn't sleeting with every bridge between here and D/FW covered with ice like the time I found out I forgot my passport 8 hours before my non-refundable, non-reschedulable trip to Belgium with a normal minimum round-trip of 6 hours even when speeding without a chance to sleep in between.

Life is good.

Wish me luck, and Merry Fucking Christmas!