It’s not official (he doesn’t wear a crown or anything). But in my book, my dad is the King of Barbecues.
Every summer, for as long as I can remember, he has donned his shorts and polo shirt (whatever the weather) and created a culinary masterpiece in the form of sweet barbecued sausages and softly charred chicken wings and melt-in-your mouth pork ribs. His passion for the barbecue began at the mere age of 15 in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), when he took over barbecue duties from his own father.
Never an under-cooked piece of meat in sight, my dad has perfected the art of the barbecue over many years…










