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By Frank Camorra and Richard Cornish
Published 2009
I grew up with food cooked over fire, or to be more correct, food cooked over coals. I can remember Mum always berating Dad to hurry up and get the meat on the grill and he was always saying, paciencia, paciencia: Dad was waiting for the fire to die down. He would have built up a hardwood fire, probably from eucalyptus trees, and was waiting for the hot flames to burn themselves out and give way to the long-lasting embers. These embers cook without burning, release juices without drying out the flesh, and impart a flavour to the meat without overpowering it. His outdoor brick grill takes up a good part of the backyard and I’m still not quite sure if it doesn’t require a building permit.