Duck breast, cast-iron grilled over charcoal lumpwood

It’s a cliché, I know, that men revert to their inner neanderthal when it comes to cooking outside. Man love fire. Man build fire. Man cook meat on fire. But it’s not a cliché I’ve ever tried to fight. Quite the opposite, I’ve embraced it, having created three fiery cooking zones in my garden. Well, I call them cooking zones, but what they also represent are the three places I can hide from social interaction when family or guests come to...