This alleged masculine ineptitude at the multi-tasking thing for which we regularly receive grief is, in my opinion, a total pile of ordure.
Knocked my pan out today. Family celebration and I was designated cook. An Italian theme. Per cominciare, bruschetta. My twist was to use cold-pressed Scottish rape seed oil and French bread. In retrospect, probably not the best twist ever but my Jock blood demands that I push the boundaries. The toppings which I prepared were, in my opinion, topping.
Moving on, lasagne. Seriously worked at the ragu and prepared (and interminably stirred) both it and the bechamel sauce from scratch. How satisfying was that?
And then, zabaglione. One fine day, I will be confident enough to attempt CO’s recipe for sabayon and drizzle it over my asparagus. Tonight was a step on that path. Serious and major whisking but it was OK. In Mrs M’s opinion.
All the while, I was able to watch Tino Best, Lewis Hamilton, a wet Nadal, a duff Balotelli and so much more.
Multi-tasking is, in truth, a walk in the park for us males. Mind, I did have to rely on Mrs M for the tidying-up and washing-up. In fairness, she is just so good at it.
Boadicea's Chariot 
reminds me of this
http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2012/06/07/joke-441/
After long months of cold and rain, barbecue season is finally upon us. It is important to understand barbecue etiquette: a man likes to barbecue because there is an element of danger.
The woman buys the food.
The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill, beer in hand.
The man places the meat on the barbecue.
The woman organises plates and cutlery.
The woman delivers salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces to the table.
The woman informs the man that the meat is burning.
The man thanks the woman and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.
The woman brings the man another beer.
The man takes the meat off the barbecue. He gives it to the woman.
The woman delivers the meat to the table in an attractive covered dish.
After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
Everyone praises the man and thanks him for his cooking.
The man asks the woman how she enjoyed her night off.
The man, wearing an attractive covered dish as a groin cover, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some people.
Man, enveloped in greasy smoke from the barbeque shouts at his wife in the kitchen “What do I do with these sausages?” She shouts back “Prick with fork” He responds. “Yes dear I’m listening”
Mr Mackie, all great chefs have helpers to do the routine stuff while we focus on the creative.
JM, why make such a song and dance about something Mrs JM does every day?
Cooking- mmmm! Don’t like the sound of that oil and how else pray are you going to make a lasagna? Best thing if you are going to the effort is to make a vast batch and make 2/3 and freeze down. At least it amortises the time element.
LW’s joke, spot on ! Cracking!
Pseu’s joke positively cringe making as its far too near the bone! Never let a man near a BBQ in my establishments! I suppose OZ could be allowed don’t you think?
JM, the helpless man act reinforces the woman’s sense of control. I’m still perfecting my performance. 😉
Morning John,
Cooking not really my thing; I can barely fry a tattie scone.
Thank you (and Sheona) for the good luck messages yesterday. Sadly, it wasn’t our day. We lost 4-2. No excuses. Life goes on.
Gattuso is just what we need. I see the thuggish Ian Black was also linked with us. To put the icing on the cake (hope you like the confectionary cliche) and complete the trio we should try and get Joey Barton.
That last wicket stand was cricket gold. I don’t mind drawing with my second favourite team, the Windies, though I don’t want “us” to lose to them.