Barbeque...how true

Received this via email from my stepsister this morning. Thought it was worthy of more than "read and delete". Sorry, guys.

It's the only type of cooking a "real" man will do.
When a man volunteers to do such cooking, the
following chain of events is put into motion.

(1) The woman goes to the store.

(2) The woman "fixes" the salad, vegetables, and
dessert.

(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places
it on a tray along with the necessary cooking
utensils, and takes it to the man, who is lounging
beside the grill.

(4) The man places the meat on the grill.

(5) The woman goes inside to set the table and check
the vegetables.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat
is burning.

(7) The man takes the meat off the grill and hands it
to the woman.

(8) The woman prepares the plates and brings them to
the table.

(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does
the dishes.

(10) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her
night off."Â:censor:Â:censor: And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction,
concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.

:LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL::LOL:

That is too true. That is exactly how it happens!!

Thanks for the laughs

That's great! We're having a big family cookout barbecue next weekend in Austin, and mom and I have already started planning all the stuff we women get to "fix." At least with the cooker, my dad has to get up really early and attend to it all day. And if the meat is burned, the entire dinner is ruined.

I know it's only too true of my former guy. Once he singed his knuckles over the fire on a camping trip because he was turning the meat with a plastic fork that was simultaneously melting. (Everybody forgot to pack grilling utensils).

But he acts like his skin will slide off if he has to wash one dish!

Another TRUE Bar-B-Que story you might enjoy:

About 5 yrs. ago when one of my brothers came to visit me and my sister here in St. Louis; he and my sister's boyfriend decided to "cook out" on Sunday and let "us girls" enjoy some time in the above ground pool with the kids.

We (my sister, sister-in-law and myself) got up early and had the salad and etc. already prepared and we were with the kids in the pool.

The men had a Roaring Fire(what is it about an outdoor charcoal fire that requires a whole 10lb. bag of briquettes and a quart of starter fuel
when a REAL MAN ignites it!) going and had put the meat on. We live in a two-story brick, double flat, situation and the kitchen is on the second floor. The kitchen window just happens to look out on the back yard where the grilling and swiming was taking place.

Boyfriend, Ed, was manning the grill and had run out of bar-b-que sauce. My sister said that there was another bottle in the kitchen pantry and that brother, Herman, could run it down if you, "Just yell up and get his attention. . . ." Which Ed did. Now, Herman, Rhodes Scholar that he isn't, decides to throw the full bottle of bar-b-que sauce down to Ed to save time and steps. . . . .Fearing that Ed would not catch the bottle; he decided that if he threw it in the pool; it would hit and float safely. . . . DUH! Ever take physics, Herman? Apparently did not know that an object gains mass in relation to accelleration as it falls!!! So. . . . . . the bottle of sauce hit the bottom of the pool like a lead balloon and burst into a million tiny pieces of glass, not to mention a half gallon of Country Bob's Finest Cajun Sauce becomes a part of the mix!!!

We had to halt the meal, drain the pool, repair the glass rip in the vinyl liner and wash the sauce off the sides all because Herman wanted to "save a few steps". Not to put all the blame on Herman; I think Ed probably thought it would have floated too.

In the true spirit of the "battle of the sexes" we have NEVER let them live this one down. . . .

3LK:

I'm in literal tears!!! From the 10 lb. bag and quart of fluid all the way to the kamikaze bbq sauce.

That story is beyond priceless! :LOL: x 1000

I concur!

that was an awesome story.


if only the BBQ sauce had been in a PLASTIC bottle.

At one apt. complex I lived in, you had a tiny outdoor patio which was covered by the wooden balcony of the apt. above. They had a strict rule about no bbq on the patios so the balconies wouldn't be lit on fire. We laughed because all we had was one of those little "down on the ground" hibachi things. But the rule makers must have wise to the fact that guys light the Chicago fire in the grill to brown up a hot dog.

Those are all good stories. Funny thing is I have to do the Bar-B-Que
duties in our family. My husband hates cooking anything, so I get the honors that most men do. I have to fix salad, bread and the meat for cooking. He does, however, do the lighting of the grill (as explained in the other messages (lots of fire and smoke). I don't think I could trust him to cook the meat anyway.

SO TRUE :laughing2: :laughing2:
But at least mine don't burn the meat!!!