It’s because men, who from a relatively simple rule of three “wood coal – fire – flesh,” can produce incredibly entertaining adrenaline thing.

I recently graduated from a purely women’s ride associated with grilling. At H hour one of us made three kinds of lettuce, the second cut the bread, meat loaded third and fourth went to light the grill. A few moments later we were sitting around the table, he ate, chatted … But something I very much missed. The fabulous male chaos.

“Honey, I go to prepare a barbecue! So far, relax! “Master of the grill with an enthusiastic hunter pohledem goes to the garden to do the most work. Light a grill. So I have time to relax or completion of non-essential tasks (load the meat, produce vegetable skewers, a bowl of salad, baguette cut, prepare plates, cutlery, glasses, napkins …).

From the window I see a man tries to force the barbecue charcoal to action. Waiting. Did not disappoint. “It did not want to catch something today!” Perhaps the thing to try it lighter. “Honey, I’ll try some firelighter, neva?” Neva! Friends will arrive in twenty minutes. A bit of chemistry does not kill us. “Hey, you know, where I gave last time the fire-lighter?” I know. Inhale, exhale and smile navigate through the grill master in the garage.

A few minutes later my attention attracted by white mist and the outline of the characters frantically flailing hands. Some well-known ritual dance of prehistoric hunters. “I smoke it!” And stinks and does not heat. Friends ringing. I love this wonderful barbecue atmosphere.

Under the guise of assistance needed in the kitchen transports visitors into the female part of the kitchen. Men go to fight smoke. We know that they eventually give up charcoal! So we have peace for a drink of sparkling wine and girl talk.

“Well, girls! We can grill! Arrange everything, you do not have to worry about anything at all! “I love the sight of the enthusiastic male faces. The table is intermediate, the flesh begins to škvířit, peace prevailed in the garden and begin to converge mouth saliva. A Grill Master “Ouch, I burned the grid!” Lord B Grill “pour a beer!” Lord of the grill C: “That’s the right taps, boys!”

But we have. All and all. Taste buds get take! Happy chatting under the apple tree, charcoal last throw of us hot views. On the table grew strange formations of plates, bones, napkins and rozpatlaných remnants of something. Again, a barbecue for us. Waiting for the sentence.

“Honey, you know what I like to grill? That will take care of everything with the guys themselves! “

Kill him. Not even his friends. Without the men it was a barbecue is very boring. And boredom certainly does not belong to the summer.