You can guarantee very little in life, that is just how things are. What you can guarantee though, every Spring, is the return of British barbecue season. Once the painfully depressing laden skies and eternal drizzle start to dissipate and the skies open up just a little. And once the thermometer gage starts to increase just a tad, you can guarantee that somewhere around the British Isles, a group of dedicated souls have disembarked on that quintessential game of patience, to light the disposable barbecue. We are positive souls us Brits, never in the field of human food preparation has so much been owed by so many to so few warm days. Any hint of that fabled high Pressure and we find ourselves in the local Asda car park stacking up on too many burgers, sausages and of course the delightful invention that is the disposable barbecue.
It is the ultimate love affair, the chance on one of the few occasions throughout the year to get out of the kitchen and out onto the garden or local park and do exactly what you would have done indoors. If we were visited suddenly by a batch of ET's imagine the report they would compile 'they may be killing themselves with rising sea waters, wars and famine but man they can cook, anywhere, all with a foil box filled with coal and mesh!', intriguing.
Barbecue's are fantastic though. Anything that can be cooked on one instantaneously tastes better. Barbecues are the ultimate response to good weather, they are the embodiment of enjoyment, they make us all feel better because they remind us of the days when we were having fun. And of course all of the good days that we remember were filled with sunshine.
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