It was opening weekend at our lake club, the unofficial start of summer. To celebrate, we gathered with seven families (20 children) for our 5th annual lakeside BBQ feast. With four picnic tables and two charcoal grills, we took over about 400 square feet of prime picnic space. Hot dogs, hamburgers, sausages and potatoes were loaded onto the grills each being tended by two people. The teams worked together to cook for our hungry crowd. At one point, I apologetically stepped in to cook my hot dog a bit more, only to be welcomed by my friend Jane with her observation that our barbecue was “communal cooking at its best”.