My man dislocated his elbow a few weeks ago, and with my wrist all buggered up again, neither of us were in the mood to make dinner one night a couple of weeks ago. So, his son stepped up and offered to make dinner. My man is half Italian so of course, the meal of choice to teach his son was pasta.
First, his son chose the type of pasta:
Next was unwrapping the sausages (sorry vegetarians!) and cheese:
And applying fire…mmmm, bbq!
My daughter felt left out so she grated the cheese: