Now I know I cook on TV from time to time, and write cookbooks and stuff like that, and I am never happiest than when rustling up food for 50, or recreating some bizarre 18th century recipe with a forgotten cut of meat and a vegetable that looks like someone out of a man's pants, but I have a cooking blind spot, and that is BBQs.
I realised how mad this was when I did the first BBQ of the season. DH was not there, and I was feeding four boys of various sizes.
Reader, I annihilated the food, I was so scared of poisoning everyone.
Please help me.