It is with a heavy heart that I must put this invaluable relic of culinary excellence up for sale, as there is only so much power that one man can wield for so long.
The fat from a pork sausage once spat up and hit my Dad in the head. He can now grow hair again, and it is glorious. Like a Pantene commercial.
A stray piece of lettuce fell onto the grill, and then turned into a white dove. It was delicious.
The aromas emanating from a single snag converted my lifetime vegan sister-in-law to a ravenous carnivore. She was later ejected from the party for biting guests.
Just last week a mate accidentally burnt his arm on the hot plate and his tennis elbow was healed instantly.
A chicken kebab cooked from this barbecue healed Luke Hodge's knee in time for the Grand Final.