OK. I think I have the right to feel a bit smug. I’m pretty good at a dab of DIY here and there, but machines have pretty much eluded my grasp. Flat-pack shelves; let me at ’em. Changing the oil on a vehicle; although Dad did his darndest to teach me, it still fills me with horror.
So, I think I’ve got the right to feel smug when I say that there is now a fully-functioning BBQ sitting in the back garden. Yep, lil’ ol’ me has just completed the assembly, including hooking up the gas bottle, of a real live gas BBQ. Unfortunately, I haven’t had a chance to see how it cooks, as I was fainting with hunger on the way home and opted for a ready-made meal this evening instead of home-cooked. With Richard in London, I feel I can indulge a little, but tomorrow night it’s barbequed chops all round! (That’s me and the cat, that is. There are some disadvantages of being home by yourself…)
This has also got me thinking about the nature of summer. Having grown up with the BBQ as a de rigeur cooking utensil (42 degrees Centigrade is a little too hot to be cooking indoors…) I hadn’t realised how much I missed having a good BBQ to share my summers with. And cooking on disposable BBQs just isn’t the same… And with all the hot weather lately (stop chuckling, you!!) I feel that summer has arrived. Me, sunburn and BBQ’d food always did seem to go together…
I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of our BBQ as well. Not only does it have the requisite grill, it also has a cast-iron griddle, so I could do bacon and eggs and pancakes (North American ones, I mean…) on the BBQ if I so wished! I think I’m going to like my new toy… 😉