Grilling at summer weekend, chicken legs preparing on grill.


Actually, when you think about it, I’m not a bad cook. I had no choice in the matter because from a young age, my mother started grilling me on the fine arts of cooking in preparedness of being a grown up and for married life. Not for me, I said at the time. But I was too small to get away from it and go join my old man in his workshop and help him with his chores. Not that I actually wanted to help him, it was more out of curiosity.