...grilled over baked or fried. I think it's a man thing. Something about plopping a big ol' hunk of raw meat down over a fire takes us back in time. It links us to our ancestors, to all men down through the ages. This is one thing all men have in common - an appreciation for meat roasting over an open flame. It's primitive, yet full of complicated ritual. And every man has his own way of doing it. If there have been ten billion men ever alive, then there will be ten billion and one ways to sear the outside, yet leave the inside pink and juicy. Ten billion and one ways to season and marinade. It's the instinct for providing for your mate and offspring, fine tuned and supercharged. It's delicate and brutal and it's all ours...
I've heard that's why men like to grill. The thrill of the grill.
That's the best explanation I've read yet for why my husband won't let me anywhere near the barbecue!
Hehehe.. can't argue with science! It's in our DNA.
Every year, my buds and I get our families together for a week long camping trip, and we guys do the cooking on a massive wrought iron grill. We huddle around it and trade ideas on the best way to cook each meat selection, experiment with marinades and spices, and talk meat with a beer in one hand, a spined fork in the other.
MMMMM nothing like a good prime rib steak grilled over a charcoal fire or even better a good wood campfire. But ever way is preferred to gas just doesn't have the same taste to me. I don't really care what cut of meat anything is better when grilled nice slow and smokey. MMMMMMM
I prefer grilled food too- and am happy to let somebody else do all the work, I just enjoy eating it.
