Friday, August 12, 2005

 

BBQ

Barbecuing is the only type of cooking a real man will do. When man declares he will BBQ the following chain of events is put into motion:

1) The woman goes to the store and buys everything.
2) The woman makes 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 sauces, and takes it to the man, who is lounging beside the grill, malta in hand.
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 malta 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 and brings them to the table.
9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
10) Everyone praises 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 a woman
PS.Taken from my inbox

Comments:
Thats true of some men, not all. My father used to do everything himself, AND, he also didn't limit himself to BBQing by any means. He used to cook anything and everything! I also have a bredrin or two who will cook anything and who will do the whole thing themselves. Dr. D is one of them.
I try my hand from time to time too, and I get involved in everything, but Natty is so convinced that she knows everything and I nothing that shje usually interfers until I get frustrated and just leave her to it.
 
agree with dr,
 
Truth. It's the truth and you know it! Ha-ha!
 
LOL Oh, but I've met this type of 'real man' in person. Highly educational.
 
Ha ha girl!!! TROOT! :)
 
I too am willing to take control of cooking...but I hope you have fire insurance, you kno just in case I make a mess of things.
 
Welcome to my life.
 
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