Consumer Escapes - Firing Up the Backyard Grill

I love to barbecue. The whole process from igniting the grill, to cooking, to eating, to the simplicity of clean-up. I find that time spent - beer in hand - waiting to flip whatever is cooking is a primal escape. And the grill is mine.

Jeff Foxworthy did a wonderful job capturing the lighter side of "why real men grill." Here are a few of his observations:

It brings men together. Then there’s that bonding thing. It’s hard for guys not to tell other guys how to do it. Let’s face it: My wife probably would not like it if other women were standing around her stove saying, “You need to turn that spaghetti up,” or, “You need to take those noodles out—they’re ready.” Women don’t do that to each other. But guys gather round the grill and go, “You need to flip them. You need to flip those steaks!” I don’t know why guys have to be right about everything, but we do.

It’s exciting. Men love grilling for the sheer danger of it. You got a breeze, you got a flame, you’ve got lighter fluid and a miniature pitchfork. You got people imbibing alcohol. What could possibly go wrong here? Let’s just say that there’s a good chance that the fire truck or, you know, the ambulance is coming out. Men like that. Someone could get hurt before the food ever makes it to the table. If there’s not a chance of calling 911, men don’t want to bother cooking it!