In
response to last week’s question, “Why is it that women cook and men
grill?”, my sophisticated, media-owner friend Bill concluded, “Because grilling
is simple.” My friend Chris, a former
colleague of Bill’s, added, “because men are better at it...but don't repeat
that to the women.”
My
dad’s beach buddy Bob observed, “Women are more accustomed to having something
in the oven while men have this thing about getting things fired up before it
is put in the oven.”
My
ice cream loving friend Bruce challenged, “It’s the other way around. My
woman grills me for cooking up mistakes.” My videographer friend
Ivan added, “Because when men cook, women grill the chef. "Why are you
making such a mess, why do you use so much salt, do you have to have the radio
on so loud while you are cooking?" To this, my birthday bud Jon
reasoned, “Because grilling is the only time men are not being grilled by the
women we love.”
My
friend Richard explained, “It goes back to when our ancestors lived in caves.
Grilling requires being out in the elements, exposed to an open flame, and with
an element of danger, so a different term was required for that as compared to
cooking in a cave. In most primitive societies, men performed the former
because they did not stay near the cave, tending to the children and domesticated
livestock. (The differentiation between them was often unclear.)”
And
the only woman to reply was my Parrothead friend Sam (Samantha), who declared,
“I think it is easiest to start out that men grill because it is the great
outdoors, and there is something primal about that ‘Kiss the griller’ apron and
holding up the grill tools. It is dirty and then you can almost see the
charcoal smudges as warpaint/camo paint for the Man. Women cook, so that
they have a place of their own in the house - where they rule, clean, dictate
and wear the ‘Kiss the chef’ apron. It truly is the power of the apron
and the war of the sexes.” To this, my neighbor Al replied, “Real men cook.”
Please share your
thoughts about "things that make you go 'Hmmm' “:
Is growing up
the same as learning how to act in public?
Life is too short for drama and petty things, so
kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.
Hal
Margaritaville comes to ATL this
Saturday. Hope to see you tailgating --- even if you don’t have
tickets. It’s the place to be seen with your flowery shirt, grass skirt
and coconut bra. Fins to the left!
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