|My Simple, Highly Efficient Grill|
One of the true joys of manhood is the ritual of cooking outside on the ole grill, or "barbie" as they say Down Under. I am sure this joy is a genetic thing peculiar to men, dating back eons to prehistoric times when the men went out and hunted, killed, dressed and cooked dinner for the family unit.
Today, of course, we civilized folk have refined this process to a trip to the local meat market, where we (the mighty hunters) select the precise cuts of meat to grill over hot coals on the back patio. As the meat gets happy over the smoky embers, we masters of the culinary art stand guard over the barbeque grill, lovingly and expertly bringing our dinner to a precise and succulent end.
|The Mighty Hunter Builds the Coals|
|The Coals are Now Ready|
Love you so much!♥" But no---a palpable change comes over the spouse, and a tension begins to hang in the air. This never turns out well.
|The Mighty Hunter Has Incinerated the Chicken|
|The Mighty Hunter Has Burned the Ribs|
However, woman is most particular. Woman will insist on a close inspection of the meat, first visually, cutting it open with a knife to determine color, and then with a meat thermometer to determine temperature. Invariably, woman will return her meat to the grill. Keep in mind that, when this occurs, the man becomes somewhat emasculated. Remember now---the man killed the meat and he ought to be given free reign over it's preparation. I have learned, however, that discretion is the better part of valor in these situations, and it is best to just keep my mouth shut and smile at my beautiful wife. I employ the phrase "Yes, dear" quite often.