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Is there a better way to spend lockdown with a small baby, than a BBQ in the garden with a makeshift paddling pool?

Restrictions and queues make an impromptu BBQ difficult. And British weather makes it awkward to plan one.

I went to the butchers on Thursday, based on a 50/50 forecast and some tempting Cook House recipes. On the day, the BBC said, “Showery afternoon. Abandon hope.” This depressed The Chef. Alternate meal plans were made. Everyone got sadder.