As my darling "little" sister announced to Sam the first time he came round and met my family, "mealtimes are ALWAYS an event" in our house! Well 16 months on and several "find the pea" games and "do you like seafood" moments later, and Sam and I certainly didn't have a boring little BBQ...
Confident that I'd learned to turn the BBQ on properly, we turned on the gas and sparked it... or so we thought...
Sam: "I can smell gas." So what did we do? Made another attempt at lighting it...
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! Knocked back by a massive fireball only an inch from our faces and extremely grateful for our eyelashes, it seemed an achievement to literally survive our cooking! And only a couple of weeks after "Daddy Durham" nearly set the woods alight with a Chinese lantern... oopsie!
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