I love a BBQ. I’m sure part of it is a reminder of my childhood, my dad standing on the porch with a cigarette in one hand, and a G&T in the other tending to our red kettle BBQ. I wasn’t as into food then. By “as in” I mean AT ALL. Walls sausages was …
I am a little bit in love with Gino D’Acampo. Not only does he make AH-MAZE-ING food, but he’s really rather dishy. (HA – Get me with the kitchen-esque pun).