I think I must be the only one... Everyone gushes about how simple life is when their husband "just barbeques"...
My husband loves barbequeing (why? It is just a grill, the same as the one in the kitchen?) and here's what it involves for me:
Spend three times as much money in Waitrose as usual because you can't just do a chicken breast each or a few sausages each... No, you have to have the chicken breast, the sausages, a little steak etc etc
Spend ages stuck in the kitchen making salads, marinades and so on
Make umpteen trips, trotting in and out, to schlapp everything outside to lay the table
Get pissed off when, just as the food is being served, everyone starts sprinting around because it is too bright and they need their sunnies (then can't find their sunnies) or too cold and they need a hoodie (then can't find their hoodie).
Have to bundle the table-cloth straight into the washing machine because someone always blobs salad dressing
Feel like committing murder as I find the dirty, smelly grill in the belfast sink in my utility room where Mr Sneer has "left it to soak" and gone off to work on Monday morning, forgetting all about it.
All of this just so we can have sausages (possibly slighty overdone on the outside, possibly slightly underdone on the inside?) that split and look rough???
Am I the only one? We've just had the first of the year today and it's all come flooding back. Am I the only person that thinks "roll on September" so I can stick a casserole in the oven and make life easy for myself?
I think I must be a miserable cow. Everyone loves barbeques except me. I just don't get it...