Dads and barbecues. A combination for the ages. Alternatively a source of frustration, entertainment and, if we're lucky, food too. Some of us dads are pretty good at the grill. All of us think we are. We have to think that way. It's not something we can admit that we're not good at. "What me? No, I don't do the grilling - I leave that to the kids - their nimble hands are just so much better at it." Incomprehensible. And so, our families suffer through our burnt meals, our charred steaks and our endless fussing with the equipment (we do love the equipment). Then we puff our chests and take credit for feeding our families when everyone involved knows that it was someone else that did most of the real work to get the meal ready.
