Full disclosure on this one, I just wanted to play with the torch. There's something about cooking with a finger of flame that makes everything a bit more fun. Watching things caramelize is so much different than a hot surface where you hear it, you feel it, but you can't see it. The blowtorch head might be the oldest thing I own, a gift from a good friend in high school. It was a gag gift, something every teenage boy wants but has no business having in their possession. By my estimates this Bernzo' is 16 years old, and even though it spent the first half of it's life sitting as a trophy the second half has been full of caramelized bananas, perfectly cooked meats, and now, caramelized pears.
They'll end up on some of the ricotta I can't stop making, maybe with some french toast style angel food cake underneath.
