There are people who never cook. Only grill.
My dad is one of those people. He’s never thumbed through a cookbook, or spent hours planning out future meals. For my father, meals are to be eaten, not planned. He loves take out and the microwave. But hand the guy a plate full of steaks and an outdoor grill, and he’ll happily get to cooking dinner.
What is it about a barbecue that makes people forget their fear of cooking? Maybe it’s the lick of the flame, the smell of the smoke, or just the simple act of stepping outdoors (and away from the kitchen) that turns the whole act of cooking into something fun.