The Art of Al Fresco Dining

Since I was a nipper I have always loved cooking outdoors. From about the age of 10 in the summer hols, I regularly used to sit outside my one-man tent & skillfully manage to weld a sausage, or piece of Spam, on to an aluminium frying pan, with a little help of my little Camping Gas stove – a little blue contraption with a twisty nob thing that allowed the flame to be ‘Off’ or ‘Mount Vesuvius’ (I can still hear my dear old Dad muttering to my Mum – “Don’t worry darling, his fringe & eyebrows will grow back … Continue reading The Art of Al Fresco Dining