It seems to be a fashion that everyone that has a garden must at some point grill their own meat. We did it as well- I always thought it was a man’s job to cook the meat, but it seems this is not always the case. We got our grill, nothing professional, just a small electric grill. We (I mean of course, me) did not want to mess around with lighting a fire and it suited us (me) although I noticed that cleaning the grill afterwards was also my work. After a few months the grill moved to the cellar and a few years later it no longer existed. I think at some point it was thrown into the rubbish collection.

Of course, all my neighbours had their grills and Sunday was usually the day when the aroma of fires burning and noises of meat sizzling was normal. There were flames everywhere. Not everyone is so qualified to grill and the grill in the photo belongs to our neighbour. She lives alone, but made her grill invitations. It seemed to me she had problems with the grill, and I never saw or smelt anything being cooked: it was just various flames. I think she gave up the idea eventually. We women just are not gifted to grill it seems. Although my husband was also not such a keen follower.