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.
I ask because apparently I have a nontraditional household. I run the smoker. But my wife does the grilling. Why, do you ask, do I cede her that parcel of masculine expression?
One day, we got together with a lot of friends for a cookout. Everyone brought what they wanted grilled. My wife took control of two Weber kettle grills. She prepared steaks, half of a salmon, hot dogs, bratwurst, hamburgers, pork chops, potatoes, vegetables, and those big, honkin' mushrooms.
She delivered everyone's food exactly done as they wanted it. All ready at the same time. There is no way I could manage that on my best day. So, I'm happy to clean the grill for her, and bring her cold drinks.
And with the smoker, she will help trim and rub the meat, and she'll help me clean up afterward. It's a happy arrangement for us. And I eat very well.