"And this is why we turned the lights off," Priestly agreed, grinning at the flames as they slowly burned down and the alcohol evaporated off. "Also, why I cleared all the paper out of the kitchen before I got started."

It actually took some doing to get flammable cocktails to set paper on fire -- totally different combustion points -- but still. He took no chances.

When the flames had died, he poured the fresh squeezed orange juice into the pan, stirred it around, and added the crepes back in.

"Home stretch now."