It wasn’t even a Sunday and out came the big green egg.
We were even kind of healthy. Kind of.
Look, see those leaves in the background?
Father was frothing at the bit to show me what was inside.
He carefully turned the chicken while clutching an icy Rum and Coke in the other hand.
The final tablescape: Seasoned chicken topped with pieces of smoked pork belly. Served with a chopped egg summer salad (walnuts, blue cheese, craisins, dressing medley). MMMM.
