I’m fairly certain we have a barbecue in the yard somewhere. It’s not my barbecue; technically it’s Abbey’s. She has however managed to craftily avoid using it so far, having found willing victims in myself, Callan and Ken.
I am really not much of a BBQ chef. It’s not that I can’t. It’s not that I won’t. I just do not have BBQ in my veins. Not the way Australians or Texans do.
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