It might have taken its time showing up, but the sun has finally made an appearance this week which can only mean one thing…. barbecue season.
Yes, it’s that time of year again when we decide that cooking is best done outdoors, don our pinnies and start cremating sausages over hot coals.
(I don’t know WHY food tastes better outside, it just does. Laws of physics, or summer or something like that.)
You don’t even need a great big garden and barbecue contraption that wouldn’t look out of place at NASA.
Look, see? Bucket travel BBQ’s. They’re the future. (As Peter Kay would say.)
In our case, we get out picnic blankets to sit on (to stop pesky ants trying to crawl up your skirt and whatnot) and get the coals suitably hot enough to start cooking food on.
Which takes approximately eleventy billion years, give or take.
By which time you’re seriously wondering whether to start nibbling at the aforementioned picnic blanket.
Nibbles. Nibbles are good. Maybe not of the picnic blanket variety, so make sure you have a nice big bowl of salad and some corn on the cob to keep you going until the burgers decide to cook.
Bat away all the flies that decide to descend and join you in the garden (they’re friendly like that.)
Although we’ve got wise to them now.
Ha, try supping my wine NOW, loser.
All that needs to be done now is fill up the punch bowl with a drink of your choice.
If you’re feeling generous, you could make it a non alcoholic one so all the little kiddywinkles can have some too.
A nice fruit based one, orange or apricot based always goes down well.
Or fill it with bottles of white wine, orange juice and some nice chilled grape slices and face plant yourself in it with a big straw.
Happy summer, everybody!