Reflection: A Man's Duty

I grilled tonight. Yeah, I know. There's not much like standing outside in 20 degree weather listening and smelling meat cook on the grill racks.

"Grilling in January?" you might ask, to which I'd reply, "Yes."
Again you question. "Isn't it a little dumb to be out there grilling in 20 degree weather in January??"
"Perhaps," I'd say. "But it doesn't matter, because when you're a man, you don't care about what time of the year you're grilling. A man's grill is the equivalent of a woman's kitchen. It's their life-long love. And you never ever abandon that love, even when wind gusts of 30 mph are beating you down. No-- no, you never back down. You take that wind, you take that coldness, and you wrap it in your bare fist and you rip the head off and then you shove it down your throat. You see, men were made for roughness. We eat that cold so no one else has to. You say we have cold hearts. That's the price we pay for your warmth. But that's alright. We were here to serve, and likewise, we were here to grill. So don't go questioning me on the stupidity of my idea to go grilling in January. It's a man's duty, and someone needs to fulfill it."

"Want some pork?"