When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:
Routine...
(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.
More routine....
(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.
Important again:
(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN
More routine....
(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....
From my friend, Barb. I was going to post a funny photo, or two, but I found these at the Library of Congress's Flickr account. I really love them.
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Okay, here's the funny one!
by DarkAngel4U
5 comments:
Luckily, around here, if the man is going to be grilling, he usually also does the shopping in advance AND makes most of the side dishes. I've trained him well.
Not in my house. I am the master of the grill. The hubby is the one that stands by handing me the beer.
nikki
Ha! Pictures and post...both hilarious.
Love the hotdog cooker!!! LMAO! And around here, Man is NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH *MY* GRILL. She-who-is-true-Texan rules all cooking in and around this household including the outdoors. He's a Yankee. He couldn't cook on my grill if his life depended on it, lol. Trust me. He tried. Once. All it took was one disgustingly overcooked wasted ribeye and I now cook even my own Mother's Day meals.
Hee, hee.
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