As an Aussie, I love a BBQ; it’s an intrinsic part of our culture.
To me, it’s one of the quintessential summer time activities we enjoy sharing with family and friends. I have many fond memories of BBQs I’ve hosted or had the pleasure of attending. My favourite barbie story occurred some years back when we invited the street neighbours to our house for a ‘get to know you’ BBQ (we had just recently bought a house in the street and it was way of becoming part of our new local community).
Not only was our house in need of major renovations, but so too was our barbie. Not being flushed with funds, we were grateful for any donations, so when my sister offered her old BBQ, we naturally accepted it with open arms. Unfortunately for the BBQ, it would be the last day it would share its company with us.
Halfway during the cooking, one of the children shouted out that the BBQ was on fire. We all looked towards the BBQ, which was in full blaze. Thank goodness my work had gifted its employees with a kitchen fire blanket, which we used to smother out the fire.
So how did it all end up? Well, the meat was well cooked beyond recognition; the children thought it was the best Barbie they had ever attended and the adults will forever remember the first time they met their new neighbours. We still joke about it ten years on.
Got a BBQ moment to top that? Perhaps barbies aren’t big in your neck of the woods. Why’s that?










