“I don’t know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they’re just closet pyromaniacs.”

Today is ugly. The sky is ominous, the wind is blowing, and it is raw despite the 44˚. Rain is predicted, and, of course, my car is still filled with trash because I stayed home yesterday. I have to go to the dump. Alas!!

It is time to start cleaning downstairs room by room. Upstairs, though, is still dusty and cluttered. I do keep the cats’ room vacuumed because of all the litter on the floor. When I’m in there, I always feel as if I’m on the beach and the tide is out.

My sleeping pattern is awry. I am up until three or so then I sleep in until 10:30 or 11:00. It being not yet spring, I’m okay with sleeping late, but once summer comes, I want to be up and about early. I usually drink my coffee and read my papers on the deck. I love hearing the birds and watching them at the feeders. This morning, though, it was a spawn of Satan at the suet feeder. I was upstairs so I opened the window and yelled. The spawn just looked and kept eating. I yelled again, and it ran. I’m thinking I need ammo, acorns, to toss at the spawns from the window. I doubt they’ll realize how ironic that is.

Today I am cooking a pork chop, some turnip and a sweet potato for Sunday dinner. I also have fresh asparagus, but I’m saving that and a second pork chop for tomorrow’s dinner, for Sunday on Monday. I might add some rice.

This is the first time in a while I’m actually cooking. Most dinners of late have been hot dogs, crackers and cheese or Raisin Bran Crunch. I just haven’t wanted to cook. I have no idea why today is different. Maybe it is just a Sunday frame of mind.

When I was a kid, most of the year we had Sunday dinners. They was always a roast of some sort, mashed potatoes and canned vegetables. The summers, though, were different. We had casual dining. We had a cookout as we used to call it back then. Usually my father did the cooking which brings to mind another Dad story. When we all lived on the cape, my father grilled in the backyard near the kitchen window. He had a comfortable seat and could request whatever he needed through the window. One night, he kept saying, “Pop me,” which is Dad speak for a whiskey chaser. My mother obliged. My father was a firm believer in the efficacy of charcoal lighter fluid. He kept a can of it close to him, and he’d spray the coals thinking the lighter fluid would help the charcoal burn down faster. One night, we could hear all sorts of sounds from the back. We looked out the window to see my father trying to put out the flames on the bottom of his trouser leg. He had sprayed more than the charcoal.

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8 Comments on ““I don’t know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they’re just closet pyromaniacs.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Well the weather hasn’t changed since I commented in the previous post and it’ll stay like this for a while. A cold front will pass during easter and why not 🙂 🙂 After all we have a long weekend here then, both Friday and Monday after is a holiday here.

    We don’t have tide along the Swedish coast so I guess I’ll have to compare it with the wet sand after a wave has passed on the beach :-.) 🙂

    I didn’t feel like cooking today but realized that I didn’t have any bread left so I forced myself to bake one. Couldn’t find any rosemary so I used ginger and a strong cheese instead, not the same at all but really yummy 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      It is pouring now. I’ll have to ask Skip to take my trash tomorrow as the dump is closed the next two days, and my car is filled.

      Sometimes the tide is amazingly high. People flock to the beach to watch it. Some houses are gone as is an island, a low level island. The tide can be dangerous.

      I have already cooked the turnip as it takes so long. I’ve been sneaking pieces before dinner. It is delicious. I do love turnip.

      Enjoy Sunday!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today is another gorgeous day but a few degrees cooler. We had a cold front come through last night but it didn’t even bring us a sprinkle of rain.

    My father was the ultimate outdoor smoker. He bought a smoker in the 1950s. He would start the coals with strips of newsprint and then when the coals were white hot he would put in the meat. He never used lighter fluid. There was a metal plate that covered the coals to keep fat from dripping on them and causing flairups. He used hickory chips or mesquite chips to add to the flavor of the smoke. A brisket took at least 10 hours because he had the smoke temperature set around 250°. He marinated loin back spareribs with soy sauce and brown sugar before smoking them for several hours. The results were fabulous. Barbecue sauce was optional.

    We have a built in gas grill on our patio and I have absolutely no interest in grilling. My son did when we moved in, but now he’s a vegan and won’t even touch a piece of meat.

    I think the image of the male of the household grilling outside is a throwback to when men hunted for our food. The grilling harkens back to those times when men were the providers of protein. Now it’s just an excuse to be outside and drink alcoholic beverages in the summer. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It is pouring. I can hear the rain hitting the roof and deck. That means no dump today. The wind is still raging. It is a totally ugly day.

      My brother-in-law has a smoker. He smokes everything including pizza. My father was a great grillman. The meat was always perfectly cooked with the appropriate number of grill burns. My favorite was the Chinese boneless ribs he grilled. My second favorite was pork. My mother usually made a potato salad or peppers and onions as sides. When I visited in the summer, they usually grilled.

      In the long ago past, men provided the game but women cooked it. Men saw cooking as a womanly responsibility. I don’t know when men started grilling. I guess it being outside made it an ok thing for men to do. My father was usually by himself cooking in the yard.

      • Bob Says:

        I think the backyard barbecue craze started in the 1950s after WWII. That’s when the suburbs started to spread out because of the GI Bill home loan program. This also led to neighborhood gatherings in the summertime and the men had to start the barbecue grills which is considered men’s work. I assume a group of men fooling around getting the fire started while drinking beer led to them grilling or smoking which become men’s work rather than cooking inside on a stove. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        I figure the beer is part of the process of grilling as were the “pops” my father asked for. I don’t remember my parents grilling if they had company. I just remember the family sitting around eating hot dogs and hamburgers when we were young and steak tips, Chinese sausages and pork when we were older.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    My Dad and my Uncles Jack and Jess were great cooks. Jack and Jess were great cooks inside kitchens. My Dad was only a great cook outside on open flames or charcoal. He was a firefighter so that might have had something to do with it. Put him in front of a stove and he had no clue. If my mother was away, all our meals were at the diner or courtesy of Mrs. Calore next door. That was great, though, because she was the best Italian cook on the street.
    There is beef stew in the slow cooker today. First time in a while that I’ve been cooking. All my meals have been chips and cream cheese or shrimp cocktail or maybe yogurt with cereal. I’m only cooking today because the beef has been defrosted for a few days and needed something to be done with it.
    It’s very grey and misty outside. Might actually be raining by now but I’ve been on a Zoom call and haven’t been outside to check. I’ll see when next the dogs need to go out.
    Enjoy the day. Maybe skip the dump, though.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      You and I are both cooking for the first time in a while. The turnip is so good I keep grabbing a chunk to eat on the run. I’ll have to hold back until dinner.

      The only other thing my father cooked was breakfast, bacon and eggs. He was great at the grill. My Uncle Jack cooked the best food. He used to do a massive spread at Christmas. I still cook his sausage cacciatore. It gets raves. I don’t remember my mother ever being away when we were young.

      I love beef stew, haven’t had any in a while. The slow cooker is perfect for stew. My meals have been so similar to yours. Whatever is easy I eat.

      The rain poured all afternoon. I never did get to the dump. I’m going to call Skip and pay him to take my trash. My car is full.

      Have a great dinner!

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