My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together and eventually eating charred sausages feeling brilliant.
But you know my dad called me the laziest white kid he ever met. When I screamed back at him that he was putting down a race of people to call me lazy his answer was that's not what he was doing and that I was also the dumbest white kid he ever met.
