Boys and their toys

Most men seem to think that it's a right of passage to have a man cave somewhere in the house. Like they deserve some kind of reward and it should be an entire space that is their own. I don't get a room just to myself so I don't see why they need to, but anyway thats just one of the many differences I don't understand between men and women. T doesn't really have a proper man cave. Technically the garage is kind of his, but you cant walk into it without fear of causing serious personal injury (or maybe thats just me and my unko-ness being nine months pregnant). So, instead he has kind of claimed the backyard. His prized possession being his new bbq.

Somebody is seriously proud of his bbq

This bbq is massive. I honestly always thought bbq's were just another one of those things that men buy bigger in order to overcompensate for other things. Apparently not. Apparently its like a status symbol or something. He's obviously way more of a man than others now that he has a HUGE bbq (ha, *cough*). I have no idea why we need a 6 burner bbq with side plates and a rotisserie when there are only two of us and we hardly ever have people over, but apparently it was an essential purchase.

Funny thing is the bigger the bbq doesn't necessarily mean the food turns out better. When he first got it we went through a phase of only eating bbq food - so that he could show off his cooking prowess each night. Didn't really bother me cos it meant I didn't have to cook (and being pregnant and suffering morning sickness that was a big win). 

One night he decided to go all out and cook a roast chicken. He even went and bought a motor for the rotisserie. He was so excited. Unfortunately the first mistake was buying a huge chicken which only just fit onto the rotisserie (and that was after some fiddling to get it to stay on the dam thing). Again, no idea why we needed such a huge chicken when there are only two of us, but it must just be another man thing I dont understand. The problem with the size of the chicken meant it unbalanced the rotisserie and even though it was turning automatically it meant that it didn't turn properly - so unevenly cooked chicken ensued. That wasn't too bad as T was counteracting it every few mins in a hope to save it. The real kicker was about half an hour into cooking the chicken there was an epic downpour. Like the heavens opened and it was torrential rain. Problem with that was that the bbq is in the backyard and happens to not be under the pergola. Bbq's don't work so well when they are completely drenched. I totally saw the funny side of it, T not so much. So in the end we had roast chicken in the oven and only ate about a quarter of it. First bbq fail. His confidence took a bit of a hit that night, but lucky for him we didn't have guests so it was only little old me who got to witness the epic fail unfortunate incident that was the roast chicken.

I am happy to report that it did not dent his desire to be the new king of the bbq. A few weeks later he cooked a roast pork. This time buying an appropriate sized roast for the rotisserie. He even managed to get perfect crackling. I'm really fussy when it comes to meat and I don't particularly like pork, but this night I went back for seconds so it was really good. Lucky for him because that night we did have guests over, one of which is an executive chef (no pressure). So, T has definitely redeemed himself on the bbq front, which is good because I'm hoping he will go through another bbq phase once bubba is born (because god knows I'm not going to want to cook every night).

Does your man have a weird obsession with his bbq? 

Toni xx

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