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I've just had a phone call from Dave saying that he's going to pick up some chops and steak on the way home tonight and we're going to have a BBQ tomorrow as the weather's going to be nice.

Why is it that you can't get a man in the kitchen for love nor money but when it comes to a BBQ you lot think you're Jamie Oliver???

Man must poke fire with stick...grunt grunt

Because the BBQ is the only thing men have to cook... We are strong at cooking manly food, and I am still hitting myself in the forehead about the day I let my mom barbeque chicken.

Caveman instinct, man the provider, me cook - you eat, kinda thing. Conversely why is it that women very rarely seem to want to BBQ stuff? Just because there's a super duper electronically controlled cooker/oven in the kitchen which they'd rather use instead of cremating meat over half burnt coals!

Mandrake wrote: Conversely why is it that women very rarely seem to want to BBQ stuff?

Usually because big manly man usually either burns the meat to a cinder or it ends up so under done that the woman ends up saving the day (and any guests) by finishing it off in the oven.

greedoniz wrote:Man must poke fire with stick...grunt grunt

Ug ug!

I'll be back in a little while, I just have to go hunt a mammoth or two for tea, you folks carry on bashing flints together to get the fire going please......

Conversley, I am the main cook in our house. We thrive on fresh ingredients and hand-cooked and fresh meals. Mrs Seige loves the fact that I cook, and before we met, she'd never tried a whole host of foods which she's now conversant with, ranging from humble shitakes all the way through to the complexities of home-smoked bass.

The BBQ thing with men is the fact that it's fire. It's not a delicate, clean act... it's a hands-on man-vs-nature thing, making fire and cooking with it.

We had a BBQ last week, Thursday I think, and it was fantastic. Charcoal, lighter fluid, long matches, bottles of Sol with lime quarters, big lumps of red meat... hardly a dainty affair. Mrs Seige was quite glad to sit and natter with her mate whilst myself and Mr Mate sat huddled round the barbie, facial flesh tight and hot from the heat, clothes absorbing the smoky scent.

Roll on summer, I say.

I dont think we should generalise here as I cook everyday and even taught my missis how to cook as before she met all she could make was super noodle sandwiches.
Anyway I've got a sabre toothed tiger to wrestle so I'll be back laters

Lady of Mystery wrote:I've just had a phone call from Dave saying that he's going to pick up some chops and steak on the way home tonight and we're going to have a BBQ tomorrow as the weather's going to be nice.

Why is it that you can't get a man in the kitchen for love nor money but when it comes to a BBQ you lot think you're Jamie Oliver???

When I go to a barbecue, I want to sit in the sun with a glass of red in one hand, a plate of dead things in the other, and do absolutely nothing other than talk nonsense. Never picked up a pair of tongues in me life, and don't intend to start now. Barbecues, like parties, are best when they're someone else's.

I am not one for bbq's all that food poisoning and the likes. I like a nice funeral though. Reminds me I am going to a wake tommrow well "a celebration of life" spirit slates anyone?

I'm impressed Greedo and Seige, if either of you ever want to come by my house and cook me dinner, you'd be more than welcome

I would warn you though I insist on wearing nothing but an apron with inflatable boobs

so long as there's a nice dinner and a bottle of wine at the end of it, that's fine by me.

seige wrote:humble shitakes

Am I the only one in this thread who mis-read this, and squawked in disgust, before realising what had been written?