When I was young my parent’s house back onto bushland. This meant that the shortage of neighbours was more than offset by the availability of firewood. Often on a weekend we would have a barbeque for lunch (generally on a Sunday, Saturday was golf day). Standard fare was steak, sausages, tossed green salad and sauce. Almost invariably the steak was cooked to within an inch of its life - well, a few feet into death, really.
I’m not much of a cook. Whilst I can find my way around a kitchen (well ours, at least), I can’t really get my mind around the difference between bicarbonate of soda and baking powder and don’t really understand when to use a long straight-bladed knife versus a smaller, serrated one. Despite that, I enjoy cooking occasionally. One of our daughters and I will prepare a meal for the family every couple of weeks.