A Thong’s The Thing
Wednesday - March 18, 2009
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Del.icio.usRon Nagasawa is on leave. This column was originally published in November 2001.
When it comes to having people over at our house for dinner, we “rock.” I guess we simply enjoy entertaining, although from my perspective, it sometimes requires a lot of work. The bulk of that labor seems to be in food preparation.
Normally, I cruise through the food-prep part, because outside of eating, I am absolutely useless in the kitchen. As far as cooking goes, I’m kind of like the anti-Emeril.
However, if we’re having people over for a barbecue, “I’m the man.” When it comes to cooking over a grill, I’m like a highly skilled surgeon. I even have custom barbecue utensils.
The other weekend we invited a group of friends over for a barbecue. It’s a fun, casual affair, but I take grilling over an open flame seriously, so I spent a good amount of time and elbow grease cleaning up my charcoal Weber from the last time I used it.
Just as I finished scraping the crud off the grill, our guests started to arrive. I began to assemble my grilling utensils and couldn’t locate my barbecue tongs. I then decided I’d better grab a quick shower before I started cooking.
As I headed to the bathroom, I asked our 12-year-old son to relay a message to his mother that I couldn’t find my tongs. I later found out that this is what he yelled out across our room full of guests, “Mom, Dad’s in the shower and he can’t find his thong!”
When I emerged from the bedroom all clean and with fresh clothes on, I couldn’t help but feel that everyone in the room was looking at me as though they were visualizing something.
Anyway, I probably barbecued the most magnificent meal in my life, but curiously by the end of dinner, there was an unusual amount of food left over.
For some reason, it was as though everyone had lost their appetite.
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