The passing of the tongs

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There comes a time in every young man’s life when his mother hands him the meat and the tongs and says “Ok son. It’s your turn to cook the BBQ.”

That time finally arrived on Sunday for #1 son. And it was about bloody time. He is 19 years old after all. I had already done the cleaning of the outdoor area, made two salads and marinated the chicken. Cooking the meat was the least he could do.

I must say, that I was a tad nervous handing the tongs over. I have been chief barbequer for the last 19 years. There was a standard to be maintained. Plus,