. . .one of my earliest memories is of my older sister deciding, early one Christmas morning when my folks were still asleep, to try to make donuts herself. I've forgotten most of the rest of the day but I still have one very clear memory of her, shrieking and running away from the stove, whilst a column of fire erupted, rising to the ceiling. Fortunately it was short-lived.
We had some flames this year too, by the way, if you'd care to read my post below
. As with you, I find that a judicious application of both wine and distilled spirits doth smooth the troubled waters of the holidays