I am going to take a guess and say that most families in Australia, at one point or another, have had a dinner consisting of a store-bought barbecue chicken, a loaf of white bread, iceberg lettuce, tomato and mayo. Growing up, this was on our table for dinner once every couple of weeks during the height of summer – mainly when my parents just couldn’t be bothered cooking because of the heat. I remember the mad rush around the table, everyone grabbing the same few ingredients to slightly customise their sandwich. My mum would add chilli sauce, my brother pickles, and me, I would add avocado.
After moving out of home, I remember plonking the same ingredients on the table a few times. I am not sure whether it was the chicken, the hot summer or the absence of my brothers and my parents, but I could never recreate the mid-summer barbecue chicken dinner vibe with the same ingredients.
My fond childhood memories of my family tearing the charcoal chicken carcass to shreds seem unrepeatable – not even with my own family. My kids just have different tastes and my wife, Beci, hates white bread … but I just can’t help tinkering with the dish ever so slightly to try to recreate that vibe all over again.