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Flambé fiasco

 


So, I had this brilliant idea to bake a chocolate fire cake for my dear friend's birthday bash. Why? Well, simply because it's the latest craze!

You know how it is these days, everything's about what's trending, right?

So, when it was time to cut the cake, we poured rum on it and lit it up. But alas, no blue flame in sight! We tried everything, from lighting papers to pouring whiskey, but to no avail. It seemed the poor percentage of alcohol was to blame.

Then someone suggested lighting camphor for a bigger, continuous flame. We ended up performing an impromptu arti ceremony, complete with holy mantras in the background. It was quite the spectacle, though not the one we anticipated!

Fast forward to a week later.It was time to celebrate another friend 's birthday.I was determined to surprise my friend with a fiery cake. But since we were dining out at a restaurant, I decided to check with the manager first:

"Hi there, we've booked a table for tomorrow. Is it alright if we flambe a cake?"

The waitress was utterly baffled, "You want to set a cake on fire?"

Me: "No, no, just a small flambe!"

Waitress:"Madam,  I need to speak to the manager!"

After some confusion and a hastily sent photo of a flambeed baked Alaska, the manager called me .

Manager: " Hello madam, I am told you want to set a birthday cake on  fire🔥!!
Why don't you keep the cake in the oven for a little longer on a higher temperature? It will catch fire on it's own and will save the listed building of my restaurant!!!..Ha ha ha ...just joking!!Yes of course you can flambe the cake but any damage caused in the process, you will be responsible for it and will have to pay for it!"

So, the next evening, we arrived at the restaurant, ready to ignite the cake. Despite pouring high-alcohol sambuca on it and carefully wielding a long lighter, the much desired blue flame remained elusive.

In the end, we settled for candles, but the laughter and camaraderie we shared made it a birthday to remember.

Life's full of unexpected twists and anticlimaxes, but it's the laughter along the way that truly matters, isn't it?

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