Burn baby burn.

Bought a gas BBQ yesterday (see photo on the right), but made the fatal mistake of a) Starting to build it in mid afternoon and b) Telling wife it would only take me half an hour to make. This by the way was my retort to the fact that the guy in B&Q had told my wife that he had the same BBQ and it had taken him an hour to make. Needless to say mid afternoon was a bit late to be starting to make it, and my half hour became an hour then 2 hours and finally as the sun was saying its last goodbyes and heading away behind the neighbours roof tops and the back garden became 10 degrees cooler, I was ready! Now part of the blame must go to the instruction manual which was clearly wrong, and so convinced of this was I that I showed it to my wife....who agreed! Anyway standing beside my new mansize BBQ, tongs in hand I shouted bring on the meat! Before you could say salmonella I had steak, sausages and burgers sizzling away, and a family shivering away at the garden table. We made it through to the end though. Burgers were slightly burnt on the outside and a wee bit too pink on the inside but no one died...yet. Ahh, the Scottish summer....bring it on!