What is it with men and fire?
Perhaps it is because it subconsciously takes them back to their sub-human days,wait-who am I kidding, I know of a number of candidates that never quite left those days.
I can just imagine them (being the sub-humans) standing around the fire, ‘talking’
Grunt, Grunt-My fire is bigger than yours
Grunt Growl Grr-prove it
Anyway I digress.
So what is it with men and fires and more specifically wanting to throw meat on it?
I wonder if our predescessors also had to avert their eyes to the heaven as their mates (don’t think they can be classified as a husband if he club you over the head and drag you to his cave) threw half a brontosaurus on the fire, while the wind and sleet made in near impossible to stick even their noses out of the cave for fear of inducing frostbite.
I pondered this last night as I was nursing my frost bitten toes and nose, after being subjected to a sub-zero temperature braai in the rain. What a treat.