Re: Barbecues
I've only ever been to one BarBQue. It was pleasant enough, but I'm not much of a one for big noisy 'do's.
Why do men who sometimes don't know how to even turn an oven on normally, suddenly decide they are top chefs at Bar-B-Ques?
I was at a little village fun dog show a couple of weeks back, and two men were cooking burgers and hot dogs at a grill standing on the lawns. I couldn't believe it when I saw where they were storing the bread rolls/baps - on the grass under the trestle table, laying in torn cellophane bags!!
How the 'eck did they know if ants were having a feast, or someone's pooch hadn't cocked his leg up them?