When we moved we got rid of the Griffin Memorial Barbecue - a massive structure resembling half an oil drum that the Griffins had bequeathed to us when they left Bordeaux;
To be honest we seldom used it - it was so huge it took the best part of a sack of charcoal just to cover the bottom and once you got the thing lit it would take days to go out.
So we found an electric barbecue, very posh, wooden handles and a grill in cast iron. It weighed a ton, but it worked pretty well. We used that when cooking for small numbers of people and the Griffin Black Hole of Fire when feeding the forty thousand, as my mother would say.
As I said, when we moved to the flat we got rid of the Griffin Memorial Barbecue - I remember the satisfying CLASH as it plummeted into the scrap metal skip at the dump - but what happened to the electric barbecue nobody knows. We must have sold it. But why? Why?
Anyway last Friday we needed to make good this error because we told folk that the service at our flat on Sunday evening would be followed by a barbecue...
This means a trip to the hypermarket in the centre of town.
I had surveyed the range available on Amazon and fancied a couple of nice ones. Of course, at Auchan they were MUCH cheaper, so we ended up coming home with an electric plancha and an electric barbecue grill.
Sunday night saw the grill loaded with sausages and the plancha laden with burgers.
Good times, eh.