Shrimps on the Barbie...Q!

Was just taking a break from work and turned on the telly, to find "The Catch-up", doing a segment on BBQ's. Women cooking behind a BBQ, was interesting. Oh, don't get me wrong, nothing wrong with that at all, I'm sure I'd enjoy a BBQ most definitely. The show had just got me thinking about my pre-conceptions about Australians before coming to Australia. I remember watching an advertisement when I was younger, a Caucasian man with a straw hat with corks dangling on the hat's fringe, a beer in one hand, a pair of BBQ tongs on the other. I vaguely remember the man saying to come and visit Australia for a Shrimp on the Barbie. As a kid, the notion that a shrimp on my Barbie doll was very unappealing. Plus, I thought that he spoke with a funny accent. And those shorts with those hairy legs! Shocking, should be rated "M"! And in all the Aussie Barbie's I've gone to, I've not had any shrimp at all!

I've been in Perth, Australia for at least three years now and what I've gathered so far, is that a man's domain is the BBQ pit. I'm all for equality and feminism, although in this respect, I'm quite happy to let the man have his domain, the BBQ pit. I enjoy BBQ-ed food and though I'm happy to marinade the food, I don't quite like smelling like burnt oil and marinade if I'm BBq-ing. Which is weird, because I love Korean BBQ's. Perhaps it's just the coal / electric BBQ's. Thus, if a man wants to be in charge of the BBQ (or Barbie), I'm quite happy to help him out by eating his brilliant work. (Feeding the chef is optional, depending on who is the chef!) :-P

Hanging my laundry outside this very lovely sunny day, I've noticed that there's this cat hanging around my place. It has a collar, so it's probably owned by someone. Doing my work in the living room, I can see it from outside, as my porch door curtain's are open for today. It's just lying stomach down in my tiny front 'yard' and blinking. Ah, such simpleness.