tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680168238264727770.post9062098261025595949..comments2023-11-02T02:29:59.475-07:00Comments on Old Retired Petty Officer: From The Federalist: The Nonexistent Link Between Grilling And GenderGlenn Mark Casselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305109383344139028noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680168238264727770.post-7951240884820669992015-07-28T23:24:18.578-07:002015-07-28T23:24:18.578-07:00Comments Duly Noted!Comments Duly Noted!Glenn Mark Casselhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11305109383344139028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680168238264727770.post-31688155442862397102015-07-27T04:03:35.007-07:002015-07-27T04:03:35.007-07:00Gotta disagree with the findings here, Chief. Alt...Gotta disagree with the findings here, Chief. Although the stereotype certainly exists, it is inarguable that men man the grill, period. <br /><br />Who is it that starts the campfire once the tent is up? Marge? Not a chance, it's always Harvey. <br /><br />Men will stop grilling only when their tongs are pried out of their cold, dead fingers. <br /><br />The question that I am interested in is why exactly do some cretins insist on spending half an hour getting a pile of Kingsford briquettes up to grilling temperature, when I can simply turn a knob, hit an igniter button and ...WHOOSH...instant gratification.<br /><br />And I don't want to hear about taste. There is not a single damn molecule of either propane or wood product that is transferred to the food on a back yard barbequed piece of chicken, burger or steak. And given a blindfold and two plates of steak; one gas and one charcoal, there is nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can tell whether something has been grilled on a gas grill or by charcoal.<br /><br />There you have it, Chief. Freddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10778430453468720627noreply@blogger.com