So a couple of weeks ago John and I BBQ'd some Chicken and Keir wanted to BBQ as well. I turn around and he has a Ritz cracker skewered wanting to BBQ it. John helped him and I was the fortunate one he made it for. Don't you worry he made sure I ate the whole thing. I could except for the burnt part which he was insisting that I eat it. I tried. It was a good way for me to bribe him to try what we were eating.