What's Cooking?

In this age of equality and political correctness, there is one area which is still the prerogative f us males. I refer, of course, to the ritual of the barbecue.
Although, we would agree that cooking is normally women’s work, when it takes place outdoors, it becomes men’s work. No matter that, usually, we are unable to even boil water, burning meat outdoors appeals to our hunter instincts. We love all the paraphernalia associated with barbecuing. The long handled forks, lighting the charcoal and getting it to just the right temperature, sweating over the griddle with our eyes streaming because the wind is blowing the smoke the wrong way, and making sure that no way do we let women get anywhere near it. (Me make fire, prepare food).
After several attempts to keep the charcoal alight, we finally get to put the meat on the griddle. On goes the sausages, chicken, burgers, corn wrapped in foil, chops etc. Several beers later (barbecuing is thirsty work), we call out ‘Come and get it!’ Aren’t we proud of ourselves as we hand out charred burgers, blackened sausages (raw inside), hard, tough corn and chicken portions which when you cut open look just a little too pink. Excuse me now, I can smell something burning.....