Im never more delighted than when I get invited to a barbecue cookout at a friends house, not only because its the way of cooking that I prefer but also because its a great opportunity to have a chin wag and a glass of pop with folks that I maybe only get to see once or twice a year.
Im really fortunate to be part of a great bunch of lads, one group from my school days and another set from university and everyone gets on really well together. We all live in different areas of the country so its difficult to keep the contact and a barbecue cookout in the summer sure helps. It keeps all the kids outdoors as well which saves on the clearing up!
Friends for over twenty years, barbecue parties every summer yet still no one can cook a decent grill. Im delighted to attend but as I turn up my eyes suddenly dilate with horror seeing chicken wings dowsed in flames and worst of all, one of my friends expecting me to eat them!
Its probably no wonder that as soon as I turn up I wrestle the tongs off him and get the whole food rack far away from the grill for a good 15 minutes and let everything settle down.
The flames appear because the coals are not ready, fat...