I’m sorry, but I probably won’t be cooking you my famous herby spatchcock chicken for Christmas. Or my rolled porchetta. Or the smoked vegetables for the leaf and twig crew. I doubt the extra large ceramic barbecue and table I ordered with you in mind will arrive by the time Santa commences his glide path down to my rooftop. In fact, if Santa didn’t lay…
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