I cook 99% of all the food in our house, excluding cereal, which my 9 year old can make himself, and excluding cocktails, which my husband can pour himself. Other than those, I chop, saute, boil, bake and fry all other foods. However, I do not barbeque. That is a husband’s job. (So much for trying to stay away from sexual stereotypes.) And every time my husband cooks steak on the BBQ, he always does the same thing. He makes everyone gather around the platter of grilled meat so we can “ooo” and “aaahh” at his masterful fine cooking. “Now ...