It's 1979, and on the telly (pre-strike!!) and in the TV Times a militant boy is on a crusade to stop grown-ups from eating Rice Krispies. Nice little ads - but barbecued Rice Krispies?!
Back in the 1970s, my mother dismissed the idea of barbecued food as "foreign muck" so I'd never tried it.
Nowadays I love it, but I think I'll leave out the recipe here.