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On BBQs, Grouse, Packham, Murphy, Corbyn, and a Sultana

“Mmm” said Albert Grouse. “Filet de Packham grille avec Andouilette de Pomposité”

A BBQ on Sunday last, where everyone was terribly kind viz the food, but at which I rated my meat cooking as dismal. I served (cooked would be too strong a description), a Harissa-marinated boned leg, which I failed to properly butterfly so that it didn’t cook evenly. My back was giving me gyp, and I just thought I’d get away with it. The BBQ was far too hot and the lamb far too close to the coals. BaaBaa was so frightened by the experience that he turned into something you might pull from underneath your saddle on the Steppes, and gnaw for nourishment in a snow-storm. I could have rested the meat for a month, and it would still have been in shock. However, I served it with three new salads, the best of which was simply Watermelon cubes with seasoned red and white chicory leaves dotted with Ricotta, and served with a Lime Juice, Lime Zest and Runny Honey dressing. That was delicious, but my confidence re barbies or even Barbys is at a low ebb. I have to improve because there will be no gas or electricity soon, and we’ll be cooking on charcoal from March until December thanks to global warming.

Sorry correction, we won’t be allowed to cook on a BBQ because of global warming etc and the danger of forest fires in Lambourn. According to Saint Packham of Dismal, one of several multimillionaires who fall back on Autism as an explanation for their success and large BBC contracts,