What is it about men and barbecues?
My better half was hyperventilating with excitement today when Matthew Hofmann from HofArc proposed installing this side-mounted barbecue onto our Airstream.
I’ve said no to hanging his surfboard inside our Airstream, no to red tiles and no to spending $1000 on an integrated surround sound system.
So who could begrudge him $400 on a
penis extension, membership to bloketown barbecue?
Why are so many blokes happy to “man” the barbecue but equate cooking in the kitchen with extracting teeth?
I think this is one of the most perplexing questions for us women folk, right up there with what exactly men do for 45 minutes on the toilet in the morning? (no offense to anyone from Mars reading this).
I tried googling the answer. According to Man Law, barbecuing is “the perfect confluence of art and science, engineering and craft, mind and spatula… MEN BBQ.”
The website even goes as far to equate the proper barbecuing of cutlets as a feat to rival the erection of the Great Pyramids.
I guess that explains this joker who was caught riding his motorbike along a Freeway here in Melbourne with a barbecue strapped to his body.
No joke. According to The Age newspaper, he literally spotted the cast-off cooker in the hard rubbish and proceeded to thread his body through the barbecue’s frame and ride home with it. At 75km/h.
“But his plan came unstuck when a stunned passer-by snapped a photograph, which was subsequently published in the media and led to (his) identity being revealed and a visit from the police.”
Oh the lengths a man will go to for a barbeque…