Barbeques. I grew up in Africa and I recognise that it was freer of regulation than anywhere else, even at the time. So, to me, barbeque (or rather, braaivleis, as we called it) was a matter of fragrant wood saturating various meats with the flavours of their sizzling, no gas fires, briquettes, enclosed metal cookers, obtrusive restrictions on any kind of open fire, and sundry other rules and regulations for cosseted and nannied city dwellers. That was the real taste of barbeque, outdoors, open fire, fresh meat, and freedom.
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