Towering pudding inferno!

After what surely must be the last wonderful Christmas dinner this year, Sally here rather unwisely enlisted the assistance of her two pyromaniacal teenage sons Jack and Asa in lighting the pud.
The second attempt with full ladle of heated brandy produced a suitably "Apocalypse Now" "Smell of napalm in the morning" effect, nearly taking out the kitchen and most of Sally's facial hair in the process.

The boys seemed most satisfied