Category Archives: BBQ Stories

The Day I Became A BBQ Judge…

There comes a day in every boy’s life when he becomes a man. For me it was the day I became a judge for the Australasian BBQ Alliance. Yes ladies and gentlemen I am now a genuine, bona fide, electrified BBQ judge!  Continue reading The Day I Became A BBQ Judge…

The Night I Got a Lesson in Brazilian BBQ…

The great thing about being an English language teacher is the parties. Seriously. No one parties like an ex-pat. I know: I lived in South Korea for two years. And last night we hosted a party for some of my wife’s students, one of whom is a self-declared Brazilian BBQ guru who decided to give me some lessons. It was certainly an eye-opener: a very, very delicious eye-opener.  Continue reading The Night I Got a Lesson in Brazilian BBQ…

The Day I Chickened Out of Eating Vietnamese BBQ…

Part One of my Adventures in Vietnam

A few weeks ago I was fortunate enough to be in Vietnam for work. Having lived in Korea for two years and having sampled their style of BBQ on more than one occasion, I was eager to try some authentic Vietnamese BBQ. I was there for 12 days and had only one day off: I knew I had to make the most of it. So on that fateful morning, I armed myself with my DSLR around my neck, my iPhone in my pocket and went downstairs to the lobby to speak to the concierge.  Continue reading The Day I Chickened Out of Eating Vietnamese BBQ…

The Day I Discovered My Love of BBQ…

Some parents will do everything they can to shelter you from any potential dangers. Others will let you have at it and learn your own lessons. Others still will walk you through the dangers, use it as a learning experience and teach you to understand and respect the things that might harm you. My Dad is one of these last ones… Continue reading The Day I Discovered My Love of BBQ…

The Night I Gave My First BBQ Lesson…

The night that I gave my first BBQ lesson lines up almost perfectly with when I started going down the rabbit hole that is the BBQ scene. I’d just been made redundant from the best job I’d ever had and decided to take the family on a camping trip to clear our heads in the couple of weeks between when I finished up and when my wife went back to work full time.

To this end, we packed up our poor, tired old Commodore and whipped her all the way from the Gold Coast down to Newcastle in New South Wales. We set up our tent just behind the sand dunes at Stockton and set about shaking off the experience and connecting as a family.  Continue reading The Night I Gave My First BBQ Lesson…

The Day My Wife Nearly Drove Us Off A Cliff…

One of my son’s favourite memories is when Grandad came to visit and we went playing in our 4WD’s for the day. We went out to Beaudesert to a 4WD park there famous for its views of Brisbane and the Gold Coast from a mountain top on the property. Luckily he can’t remember what happened next… Continue reading The Day My Wife Nearly Drove Us Off A Cliff…

The Day I BBQ’d for 250 People…

I’d like to begin this story by stating that I am not a commercial caterer: BBQ catering is not my deal. I cater small, exclusive parties: business launches, private parties and the like. So when the school I was working for at the time asked me to host a BBQ for their student Christmas Party  I was just a little intimidated.

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The Day my Dad Taught me How a Real Man lights Birthday Candles…

I am unlucky in that I was born in the dead of winter. Growing up it meant that most of my birthday parties were indoors as it was too cold outside.

However, now I’m a grown-up I can have any type of party I please. And I’m lucky in that when I decide I want to have my birthday party at the beach, I have a good group of friends who are happy to rug up and head out to the water to celebrate with me. One friend was even so committed that she made a Piña Colada-flavoured cake in the shape of a sand castle!  Continue reading The Day my Dad Taught me How a Real Man lights Birthday Candles…

The Night I Nearly Stabbed Myself in the Foot…

Our mothers told us. Each and every one of us.

“Don’t run with scissors.”

“Don’t play with knives.”

“Don’t stick batteries in your nose.” (Ok, maybe that last one was just me…)

And we all ignored them. Each and every one of us.

Thankfully I made it to adulthood without any incidents, not with knives and scissors anyway, and I thought I’d done really well. Until the night I nearly stabbed myself in the foot…  Continue reading The Night I Nearly Stabbed Myself in the Foot…

The Day I Dropped the F-Bomb in Front of a Group of Japanese School Kids…

It was the summer of 2009 – 2010 and I was working as an English Language teacher at a private language school on the Gold Coast. Being summer time meant that it was Study Tour season, and I was selected to teach the classes as I had previously been a high school teacher and I also had experience with Study Tours.

To catch you up, a Study Tour is when a small group of students will come to Australia from another country, say Japan or China, for a short period of time: two, maybe three weeks. They will typically study English in the morning, and then go out for ‘activities’ in the afternoon: zoos, theme parks, shopping, or in the case of this story, a BBQ at the beach…  Continue reading The Day I Dropped the F-Bomb in Front of a Group of Japanese School Kids…