Do people lift the lid on your Egg?

My bro-in law, after the cook, but while running a test, just went over and lifted the lid. I didn't say anything, but thought "There goes about 75 degrees"...


Never touch a mans (or ladies) grill. EVER!

I would'nt have warned him. One good facial hair and arm singing and he never would've opened it again. Reminds me of the time I threw my wife's expensive cashmere sweater in the dryer after the baby was born. Just tryin to help her out some. I have never done laundry again. :woohoo:

Back in the old days (before the spring assist) people would open the Egg and immediately drop it because of a flashback and the owner would instantly think "SOME SOB BROKE MY EGG!!!" Sometimes just the rain cap would fall off and break.

But it's a good enough reason to pack a gun for situations like that.

Next on the menu: "A Lid-Lifter Who Should'a Known Better."

Spring "They Shoot Lid-Lifters, Don't They" Chicken
Spring Texas USA

directions to not open wouldn't work, either [as all us gals know (all together now, 1,2,3]: Men don't ask for directions) :laugh:)

Heh. Totally forgot about this but your post jogged my memory.

My first-born BGE was purchased in '99 and came with the old non auto-locking hinges.

One time while it was getting up to temp one of my buddies (also on a smoke break) lifted it up to take a peek as he hadn't seen the inside. On those old models they would lock in place but you had to manually pull the hinge forward a bit to get them to close. He didn't know that, used some muscle thinking it just closed hard, and managed to break/bend the hinges so it wouldn't close all the way.

It was a bear trying to finish the rest of dinner without being able to control the airflow and temp but it was a perfect excuse to shell out the money for the auto-locking hinge and band assembly that's on my oldest to this day. :laugh:

Since this is The Chicken Ranch, my 'Girls' in the Chicken Coop have a job to do. When they're working, I turn on the "Girls Working" light:





That tells me and everyone at the Chicken Ranch to stay away from the 'Girls' until they're through with their business.

Seems to work.

Spring "Business Is Business" Chicken

You sure you're not from Salt Lake City with a switch like "girls working" ? or Vegas

it has nothing to do with the um uhh boy/girl parts .
would you walk in to someones elses kitchen and lift the lids or open the oven? i doubt it and i would not. that said there is some wiggle room for best friends or extra best friends otherwise get out the bb gun
bill

I don't know how many times I screamed "NO". LOL Ex wanted to do wing throw down one time. She never closed the lid. :woohoo: :woohoo: Surprised the house is still standing.

Mike

One time I asked a friend to please keep an eye on the temperature and if it got to whatever degrees please call me. Sure enough, I went in the kitchen and came back out a few minutes later and the egg was #$&%$whatever degrees X 1000!!! Of course he didn't watch it or even look at it, and to this day I don't let ANY NON-EGGERS near my egg!! Yes, it was a male gender person so make your own assumptions.

Faith
Tampa

You are right on, I would not touch any ones grill regardless of brand. They are the one cooking and unless I had asked first, it's a NO,NO.

Regards,
Bordello

My father-in-law not only opened my large BGE but also tried to move it across the patio while it was cooking!!! I called him a fuc%in' idiot and told him to keep his fuc%in' hands off my Egg or I'd break his fuc%in' head. I'm still pissed off about that incident and that was 18 months ago!

NEVER MESS WITH ANOTHER MAN'S EGG!!!

You smooth talker you.

Kent

That is a brave (stupid) man that would dare touch my Egg! :evil: All you need to do is Print this and post it.

Friday, April 20, 2007
Al Roker's 5 Rules of Barbecue

1. Never Touch Another Man's Grill.
I will be the first to admit that when it comes to cooking, I'm a bit of a control freak. I love folks hanging out in the kitchen while I cook, but I don't want any help. The same holds true at the backyard grill. Don't ask to help me cook. I would never think of touching your grill. I know that every inch of soot-and-grease-encrusted metal has been lovingly and patiently created by you. It's one of the manly arts. Ever heard of the old saying, "Too many cooks spoil the broth?" Here's another one: "Touch my grill or any of my utensils, they'll be calling you 'Stumpy'!

2. Do Not Use A Fork To Move Your Meat Around The Grill.
Use tongs. If you pierce the meat with a fork, all those wonderful juices will run out onto the coals, cause some wonderful flare-ups, and leave you with grilled shoe leather. While your friends "Oooooo" and "Aaahhh" at the flames, you're ruining your meat and run the risk of setting your facial hair on fire.

3. Don't Keep Moving Your Meat Around The Grill.
Once you slap it on the grill, just leave it, unless it either: (a) starts to burn and you have to move it to a cooler spot or (b) there's inclement weather and you are threatened by floods, locusts, lightning, or all of the above. It may be very satisfying to flip your burger and push it down on the grill. Know what that does? Causes flare-ups and dries out the meat. See Rule 2.

4. Do Not Wear An Apron That Says, "Kiss The Cook."
If you want to invite ridicule, scorn, and derision, then by all means, wear something like the aforementioned apron or like attire. By the same token, I always love those pictures of barbecues in the glossy food magazines with people wearing designer sweaters tied around their necks and khaki slacks or skirts. Who are these people? What kind of barbecue are they at? They probably eat ribs with a knife and fork! Me, I love grilling in an old T-shirt and shorts. In fact, I usually wear those sport shorts that are good on land and water. If things get a little hot, I take a break from grilling and jump in the pool. But not for long, lest somebody think the grill needs tending. See Rule 1.

5. Don't Take It Too Seriously.
Enjoy yourself. That's the deal with grilling and barbecue. Friends and family. Laughter and good times. It's not like being at those trendy downtown bars, where everyone is dressed in black and they all look like they need a cookie. Backyard cooking is folks who look like you and me, people we know, but more important, people we want to hang out with.