What Does It Take to be a Man?

Ladies ... please look away. I'm about to talk to the menfolk for a moment. Can you guess what I'm doing today? Look down there at that picture and you just might figure it out. It's funny ... in my family, when Mother's Day rolls around, people usually ask me to grill things. I say, "You don't want to go to the Olive Garden? Or Outback? What about Chili's? Chili's is good, right?" And they look back at me and roll their eyes. It's a little game we play annually.

For the eye roll doesn't really mean for me to shut up ... really. It means that they want me to work some mojo over the grill. They want something smoky and moist. Something grilled or smoked. They want something so fall-off-the-bone delicious that it will force their eyes to roll back into their head. They'll exclaim ... "OH MY GOD!"

So if you're a husband or a son, ditch the Olive Garden and Outback. Tell Chili's to shove it and go make your own baby back ribs. Make your family proud, make your mother happy, and do something good for yourself. If you go to bed tonight and you smell like smoke, then you know you've done good.