Please don't leave it, Jif it.
Out of sight, out of mind. A principle that has condemned many BBQ’s to the state they’re in now.
Together you stand around the barbie, tongs in hand, and you rotate. Rotate. Rotate. Rotate. Finally, you transfer the snags to an aluminium tray, close the lid and enjoy your day. But under the lid of the BBQ something very distressing is taking place. The fat solidifies. The bits of onion stick. And the grill, once the centre of the party, is left squalid and forgotten. Destined to rest in filth. But it doesn’t have to be this way.






