Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…
Why? Has nobody got a functioning kitchen any more?
I have lost count of the sorrowful events I have attended where the man of the house proudly serves up chicken/sausage/beefburger which is burnt on the outside and raw in the middle.
Even Gyp won’t eat it.
In order to barbecue properly it is necessary to have lit the charcoal a week ago last Wednesday and marinated the meat in vast quantities of olive oil and spices for days.
Honestly? Do. Not. Let. Him. Cook.
He only wants to ponce about. And he won’t do the dishes.