random pet peeve

[lirazel]

It really, really irks me when people use the word barbeque when there is no barbeque involved. Like, they say that, and what they really mean is that someone is grilling hamburgers and hot dogs or whatever? And hey! I love hamburgers and hot dogs! Go ahead with your grilling! I am a fan! BUT NOT AS BIG OF A FAN AS I AM OF BARBEQUE, SO STOP IT WITH YOUR FALSE ADVERTISING. YOU GET ME ALL EXCITED ABOUT THIS GATHERING TO CONSUME BARBEQUE AND THEN THERE IS NO BARBEQUE. BARBEQUE IS SERIOUS, SERIOUS BUSINESS SO DO NOT TAKE IT LIGHTLY.

If you're grilling and eating outside and such and there's no actual barbeque involved, it's a cook-out. The end.

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Now I really want some barbeque.

Comments

[ghostyouknow27.livejournal.com]

I'm originally from Massachusetts, so the sanctity of the barbecue mostly just puzzles me. But this is reminding me of an argument I once had with a guy who, when I suggested grilling some food, automatically assumed that meant chicken. When he came over, he threw a mini fit because I had assembled veggie kabobs and hadn't bought him any chicken (because my request that he bring whatever meat he wanted to grill was completely unreasonable, even taking into account that I'm veg). *I* was supposed to buy and cook chicken, because I said the word, "grill." I said that was like assuming that ovens were strictly for pot roasts and could never be used to make anything else. He said I was dead wrong. Grill=chicken. The end.

That was pretty much the best part of that date.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Basically we didn't have any beef in the South for so long (because of the expense) that we built our meat-eating around chicken and pork (and catfish!) to such an extent that we really do treat it the way that Europeans treat cheese as like some sort of holy experience. It's really not at all rational; it's just one of those embedded cultural things.

HAHAHA to that story! That is so weird. I haven't heard anything like that! What does he do when he wants a steak or something? Also, it sounds like he didn't respect your vegetarianism, either. What a jerk.

I love veggie kabobs. That sounds like an excellent dinner to me!

[ghostyouknow27.livejournal.com]

Basically we didn't have any beef in the South for so long (because of the expense) that we built our meat-eating around chicken and pork (and catfish!) to such an extent that we really do treat it the way that Europeans treat cheese as like some sort of holy experience. It's really not at all rational; it's just one of those embedded cultural things.

Makes sense! I've spent most of my life in Maryland, and here it's crab feasts. Also, Chesapeake Bay seasoning on *everything.* And Berger cookies, if you're from B'more, which I'm not. *g* I think you have to head into the actual Confederacy/farther below the Mason Dixon to get the BBQ love.

I suppose he must skillet his steaks? Because they sure as Hell can't go on a grill. I'm not kidding when I say that was the absolute best part of the night. **sigh bad dates sigh**