The kebab. Something I have loved all my life. Pieces of meat or vegetables stuck onto a skewer and grilled, probably marinated for a while first and maybe served with a dip. When I was young, a kebab was chunks of lean beef steak or lamb, interspersed with chunks of cut up sausages, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, peppers and onions. The onions would start to burn, the peppers would still be half raw and the meat dubiously cooked. We loved them nevertheless as they represented barbecues which meant it was Summer. Now I am older and (a little) wiser, I have different notions of kebabs.
