decoding the Barbecue genome
In keeping with the spirit of doing random things at odd times, we went to a barbecue on saturday night on Emma and Katie's 3rd floor balcony. Out here, that's not as odd as it sounds; they have a pretty large balcony (enough to comfortably seat 14 or 15 people and not worry too much about crashing onto the people below anyway) and the weather, which has been very changeable stayed warm, dry and in every way clement for the occasion. After being thrown a can of lighter fuel, and being shown the barbecue, Katie and I tried to light the barbecue, to no avail. This was probably for two reasons - 1) Katie, despite being Australian and hence genetically predisposed to all things barbecue told me that there was always 'some boy who wanted to do the barbecue and I was quite happy to let them' and 2) After putting the coals on, finding some paper and dousing the whole thing in lighter fuel, the whole thing went up with a satisfying 'whoomph'. Fun indeed. Cue Cory and Em (pictured), who not only stepped in to light the thing actually stayed to cook all the food. As Kristen (Cory's Girlfriend) observed, 'Have you ever noticed that some people are just natural barbequers? I think it's genetic". I have to say, I agree - and how happy we all are for this phenomenon. Perhaps I can invent some kind of pre-natal test for it...


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