We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We are about to enter the BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity. When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put intomotion: 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. (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman. Here comes the important part: (5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL. More routine... (6) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery. (7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat Important again: (8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN. More routine... (9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table. (10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes. And most important of all: (11) EveryonePRAISEStheMANand THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts. (12) 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.
There is the other extreme too... The "BBQ is a MAN'S job" crowd.
Here, the wife has no role at all.
Never mind that, on all other days, her judgment in the kitchen is absolute law. None of her experience or competence is of any regard.
The "BBQ is a MAN'S Job" man begins to "season" 200 pounds of venison sausage that he got from that friend at work a week before their "little get together" of 4 invited and whatever guests happen to come by. The fridge is stocked full of stuff that he has never cooked with but that are "going to be great."
THIS man won't be told that the fire is too hot or the meat too undercooked. He will not acknowledge that your 4 year old will barely eat a hot dog, much less a tough piece of Bambi.
He cooks mountains of vegatables but doesn't touch one of them. He buys a keg of "the good stuff" and then he and his 40-something friends drink the equivalent of two six-packs between them.