Oof. Barbecue. Barbeque. BBQ. Spell it how you will, there’s something about barbecue that is amazing. If I ever got to meet whomever invented cooking food over hot coals till it gets all smokey, tender and delicious, I’m not sure whether I’d want to high five them, hug them or kiss them. Probably all three. And I’m not talking about the sorry excuse for barbecue we call in the UK where we incinerate…
