Throw another barbie on the fire

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Well here we are Bank Holiday and barbeque season, here's my tale do you
have one?

It was an idyllic bank holiday monday, sunny day light
cooling breeze, my wife had been up early pre-cooking
the chicken ready for when the booze, erm' guests
arrived.
I'm in the garden lighting the fire, my son is off
riding his chopper bike building up an appetite, it
was the first barbeque my daughter was old enough to
enjoy. "what you doing dad?". "I'm getting the fire
ready for the Barbie". A look of horror comes over my
daughters face and she runs in to the house straight
past my wife and shuts herself in her bedroom.
What have you done to upset her asks my wife? I
have no idea came the shocked reply.
We went upstairs to find her in tears packing all her
dolls into a suitcase in preparation for running away,
Whats wrong asked my wife? In between very large sobs my
daughter explains that she is not going to let her
horrible dad set fire to her favourite dolls, it took
a while to explain and calm her down. Afterwards I
seem to remember a good time being had by all!

[Margaret Pilkington]

Last August I went to visit my sister in Brisbane. Barbies over there are a national institution.......and every self respecting male considers that he is KING of the barbie.
It was a lovely spring evening, we were sat on the patio trying to decide what to have for dinner......when Peter (my sisters hubby) went to investigate the contents of the fridge.
Sausages...yes, burgers....yes, chops......yes, steak...yes he considered we had all the right things to cook up a decent barbie.
He set to, to light the monster. My sister and I retired to the kitchen to make the salads and boil some potatoes.
Everything seemed to be going well......Peter looked like he had a handle on things......good smells were drifting our way......burgers sausages and chops were cooked and put into dishes and covered with foil to keep hot.......it was time for the steak to be cooked. The steak was beautiful, with just a bit of fat marbling the meat......I was licking my lips at the thought of it.
The steaks were put on the barbie and within minutes there were flames leaping up off the barbeque towards the overhang of the roof.......Peter tried to put out the flames with his apron, but he was wearing swimming trunks under his apron and the heat was too much for his tender little places........there was a large towel placed by the pool.......this was hastily dunked into the pool and thrown over the barbie........the flames were extinguished, but the steaks were ruined.
The wall of the house was singed and the paint on the verandah was all blistered......the smell fair put us off eating outside.
We ate the burgers, chops and sausages, but it wasn't quite the barbie we expected.

[Sara]

No bbq stories to tell, but have enjoyed reading your experiences.

[harwood red]

cooked, ate, drank, had a laugh, that's about as far as my bbq stories go, but thanks for the stories they made me smile!