The act of barbecue brings us all back to our primitive roots, (excepting those swanky so and so's who have a top of the range gas fired range which is likened to an advanced race visiting stone age man in their scramjet flying saucers). The gathering of wood, creation of charcoal, forming of a shallow recess to assemble the fuel and crouching low to ignite it with the last few means of lighting whilst shielding the fragile flame from the hot summer wind- skip this bit if you can and buy a small sized portable metal tray barbecue from your local Tesco Express. I did and speeded up the progress of Man from near Neolithic to just near the town centre.
The food is reward of the labour of the stalk, hunt, challenge and kill. The quiet words of reassurance to the fallen beast in its dying throes that all is not in vain and its Spirit lives on. The ceremony of stripping the carcass, reserving the hide and sinews, trimming the fat for the night wick light and marvelling at the blood red richness of the prime joints and cuts. Oh Yeah, 2 packs of burgers and peppered grill steaks from Co-Operative seem a much better option. Please dispose of the wrappers sensibly.
So what have we learned from our time travel to the Stone Age. Make sure your cave is within easy distance of a convenience store.
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