testmeat photoblog

there are two types of men - those that have to be in complete control whenever a barbeque gets started, and those that are happy enough just to eat the food. i fall firmly in the second camp, i'll cook if necessary but i don't feel compelled to blow on the coals and constantly prod and turn the meat. a few days ago me and four other people decided to have a somewhat impromptu barbeque, and through no compulsion of my own i ended up acting as head chef. it worked out, and we were all well fed at the end of the night. particularly lady who not only finished off everyone's scraps, but also half a steak and a sausage that didn't quite make the journey from the grill to the plate. ok, so maybe i wasn't so good with moving the meat, but no one fell ill the next day, so that's a success in my book.

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