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Tuesday 30 July 2013

WordPress Daily prompt: Drawing a Blank

When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line. 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us HEATED.

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This is quite a professional grill at our local first aid association where I was a member for many years. We often had a b-b-q in the summer evenings at a get-together.


The only time today I get heated today is if someone somewhere decides to have a b-b-q which is a common state of affairs in Switzerland in summer. The evening air is not filled with smells of nature’s flowers, not even cow dung on the fields, but, yes, you have it. Almost every garden, and even apartment on the balcony, has meat sizzling over a hot charcoal/gas grill. I remember when a new neighbour moved in and her first proud possession was a gas grill in her garden. She was still an amateur so the smells were not so refined as the full professionals. She still had a lot to learn and this was the result.


Smoke screen from neighbour's grill

I sneaked the photo from my garden, an event never to be forgotten. Needless to say it was her first and last attempt. The smell of burnt meat lingered in the air for a few days.

And me, not really, I cannot be bothered. We did have a little electric grill when we moved in to keep up with everyone else. Being on the ground floor, we had a garden with patio so plenty of room. We I cooked a few meaty dishes, grilled to perfection, but the cleaning of the grill was too much bother. Where is this grill now: long gone to the eternal rubbish grounds? It was stowed away in the cellar for a few years and eventually I threw it out. Prefer to cook my meat in the kitchen which borders onto the patio in any case and does not attract all the livestock in the area, including insects with wings and felines.

I know I am a bit off the subject, but at my age the discussions are usually harmless like “What shall I cook for lunch”, or “What book are you reading?” upon which follows a discussion on literature. Yes, we are quite an intellectual couple. It might get heated up if we discuss sport, but there we are usually the same opinion. If Switzerland plays again England in an international football match I take the side of the Swiss. I always feel sorry for the “underdogs” and Mr. Swiss supports the Swiss in any case. Mr. Swiss might be interested in a boxing match on the TV, but that is no cause for discussion. I do not bother to watch.

We both like a programme on TV called Master Chef, where you have contestants cooking dishes for the first place. At home I usually cook and Mr. Swiss eats, so there is not a large basis for a discussion about who wins. I decide who should win and Mr. Swiss agrees.

It seems that we have the perfect system. No-one walks away and comes back later with the killing sentence. At our age we have a long distance memory, so can only remember discussions that took place many years ago and not a few hours ago. Mostly the subject matter is already forgotten. Of course we have slight disagreements now and again, otherwise life would really be boring, but the place for details is really not a blogging site and life is too short to think about the hit line.

When I was a working woman, there were not really disagreements. The boss made the decision and it was accepted, even if you did have a few teeth-gnashing moments afterwards or found what a stupid idea he had. The best policy was say nothing and eventually he would realise that another decision would have been better. You just had to twist it so he was convinced the the alternative decision was his idea in the first place. Oh, the wisdom of experience and years!

You want a winning line one way or the other? I have a winning word “whatever” or “it is not important” which leaves the opposite party wondering what it was all about in any case. The best method is to let the arguing party just argue into emptiness. I learnt that one at a work course about “how to keep your client cool and calm on the telephone when he is annoyed” and it worked.

So after this blog I will now relax. We have had almost two days of non-stop rain and everything has now cooled down at last, so nothing heated at the moment. 


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6 comments:

  1. As I live alone, I only have disagreements with myself, but I soon forgive myself, and don't let it get out of hand. LOL.

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    1. I don't live alone, but as I am always so convinced that I am right, there is no problem. "What did you say Mr. Swiss?" Ok everyone is entitled to their own opinion I suppose.

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    2. Having yet another giggle here. Yep. Apparently I am always right, too ............. so ? YOu have no idea how apt this one was today, maybe I should blog about it, but actually too unpleasant to share, not a positive occasion, so won't. Thank you for a lovely read with my lunch.

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  2. Luckily, in our house, I'm always right, so no arguments. (please don't tell her I said that; I'll be in such trouble . . .). We actually fired up our little barbecue 3 times in the last couple of weeks! I know what you mean about the smoke though, but in our case it was only our house that smelled (I hope anyway) afterwards from the smoke.

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  3. with regards to BBQ, in South Africa we Braai .......... which is the Afrikaans word for Grilling meat. Having a Braivleis is a national pastime in this country and requires special skills and equipment. Usually involve a couple of Die Manne (the males) with Braai thongs in one hand and a beer or dop (alcoholic drink, mostly whiskey or brandewyn en coke) The ladies does all the salads and breads and the tables, then oooh and aaaah, thank you so much darlings, when served with the offerings, sometimes burnt as there is not enough coal, too much coal, fire too hot or the wors (sausage) tooo fatty. We even have a National Braai Day. Seriously! Heritage Day has been dubbed that and on that day, all the stores have specials on meat, spices, sauces, braais and other equipment.

    Soory for blogging on your page, too lazy to do my own blog *winks*

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    1. It is a bit similar for the profis in Switzerland. Grilling is a man thing although my man is not the thing for grilling. One of the reasons why we do not grill so much. We just smell it all in the air from the others.

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