ChitownRC

Barbecuing is the only type of cooking a real man will do. When a 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, beer 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 beer 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.

Wow RcDad, you really nailed that one on the head.....but could you get us some pics of this wife you speak of?!

You forgot the part where she does the dishes.... AND likes it if she knows what good for her! :pow:



Mawhahahahahaha!!!

At my house:

I go to the butcher because she would never buy steaks "that big".
I season and prepare the grill items.
I light the grill (charcoal only thank you very much)
I cook it, making sure it's done the way I like, usually by cooking extra, which I sample while cooking.
I yell into the house (like Sam Elliot) "5 minutes. Steaks are done in 5 minutes." so that everyone will be at the table when it's served so we don't eat it cold.
I do sometimes prepare the sides, especially the mushrooms and the like.
I select and open the wine.
I do help with dishes because it's the right thing to do. She already does just about everything else to keep the house from falling down around our ears.
Honey, you're my hero. (in case you're reading this)