Hold on, what? Don't I love to cook? Isn't grilling
cooking? Yes, and yes. But when we cook outside at my house, the testosterone takes over and my husband has to "man the grill," so to speak. And that means I get a break for most of the summer. And spring. And early fall. God, I love living in California!
In all seriousness, husband or not, I love to grill too, and even when he is out of town, it is one of my favorite ways to prepare dinner. On busy days, I can marinate meat, poultry or fish in advance, and return home to meat that has already been infused with flavor. But on days when I have zero plans for dinner -- or did not have the foresight to marinate -- I can call in the rubs.