is it possible? a bbq savant would be a fine title for a girl that gets left outside regularly doing one of the shitty jobs in the kitchen hierarchy.
soon my human fingers will drop off and my tongs will grow and develop into fine impliments of steel perfection. i will become the bbq-girl. my skin would become heat proof and i could store cooked food in my armpits to keep them warm untill serving time.
and i would eat nothing but sausages, cutlets and rump.
my hair would be like the husks of corn and my eyes the colour of charcoaled bacon crisps.