I’ve decided to chop down the weeds to develop a path for a girl barbeque blog. I’ve done a little looking around and general noticing that the field of barbequing is dominated by gear freakin’, meat rubbing, manly machismo. While I openly embrace manly machismo rubbing meat, I also acknowledge and welcome a female perspective of grilling. The girls that barbeque are out there and they have a lot to say. I’ve found a few pieces on girls and grills. They are cute and fun, but that’s not what I’m after. Barbeque is a religion. Drop barbeque into any conversation and you’ll be saturated with phrases including “Gas sucks. Charcoal is the only way to go,” “I made pizza on the grill and I’m never going back” and “Okay, you have a chicken and a tall can of beer. Pop open the can and stick it right up the chicken’s …” Ask those who claim they don’t barbeque and they passionately respond, “Oh it’s messy! So much effort for a piece of pork and some corn.” I’m not looking to post quaint recipes for woman to make on a barbeque wearing sweet aprons and a pink oven mitt. I want the experience, the toys and the off the cuff concoctions made by girls. I want girl on grill action.
As I start my venture, I thought it could be interesting to do a little blogumentary about my experience. I want to make money out of this effort. Right now I’m out five bucks fifty to register some domain names. My first target revenue will be a case of my favorite vintage champagne. Seeing as I’ve not really grilled much, I don’t have celebrity chef status and I seem to have misplaced my charcoal chimney, I think I’ll arch my back, throw my tits to the wind and lead this uprising. Now, first hurdle, I need to get some girls.
