So my rave review for the kitchen torch might have been premature.
Tonight I prepared the tuna again the same way. Tonight the torch kept conking out on me.
There is no way to tell if it’s full and I had to fill it myself so I’m not sure if I did so incorrectly.
Michael ate only a few pieces- scraping the rest on my plate, complaining that it was cold and rubbery.
I was still loving the smokey flavor so I ate it all. I didn’t serve it over hot rice which is probably the key to Michael’s enjoyment.
His last words were- STOP TORCHING EVERYTHING.