Barbeque

It is the English way. The second the weather is convincingly sunny, the sky is clear, bright blue, the SUN IS OUT we strip down to shorts and tshirts and run outside. The parks are full. Everywhere there's a patch of grass, there we are, soaking it up because tomorrow it will rain. (And probably the day after that too.)

These SUN IS OUT days, they bring out the Australian in Lauch and me. We yearn to scorch food on a grill above hot coals. We bring out the vegie kebabs, the burgers, the great bread, potato salad, maybe a bottle of Corona.

There is nothing like a piece of grilled haloumi and the feel of a breeze on skin that hasn't felt breeze on it for at least six months.