Thursday, July 19, 2012  Burnt Cream  Before my boyfriend and I
piled in the car to head down to my parents' for Christmas, we
stopped at the mall to finish up our holiday shopping. 
Unfortunately, that was the day I had found out I did not get
the job I had applied for (no worries!  I've since gotten
another, even better opportunity!)--and after some tears and
heavy lunch drinking, I wandered off to buy him Celtics
cufflinks he didn't need.  Despite the fact that he had already
bought me enough Christmas presents, my boyfriend felt so bad
for me that he did what all good boyfriends do: he went to
Williams Sonoma.  And on Christmas Day I unwrapped an entirely
unnecessary, completely extraneous present.  Yes, you guessed it
---a blowtorch.  Why a blowtorch, you ask?  Why not a knife,
peeler, or pancake mold in the shape of Darth Vader?  These are
all great questions.  I'm not sure even he knows.  He simply
plucked it off the shelf and asked for it to be gift wrapped. 
And yes.  I am now the proud owner of a blo