I don’t normally condone forwards but if it is funny or pertains to my life in general – I let it slide. So this one hit my inbox yesterday morning and since I haven’t been around to post lately, I had to share with you guys & gals.
So if your a BBQ fan, or a woman… or a man… yup that covers everyone – then you should enjoy this one.
We are entering the BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it’s the only type of cooking a ‘real’ man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:
(1) The woman buys the food.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill — beer in hand.
Here comes the important part:
(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.
(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off,’ And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women….
So close =) Mine starts the charcoal and I do everything else. I know if his family were around, he’d get all the praise (we moved hundreds of miles away for a reason) but he thanks me for all the work I did. I think he’d beet the sharp end of a skewer if it went down like this!
blech, dunno why my business site was on the website part of the form…and I missed a typo. Meet, not beet! Or maybe I meant beat 😉 I think it’s naptime, ignore me.
Hey it’s alot of work lifting that beer so many times and then heaving that slab of meat on and off the hot grill 😉