In case you’ve noticed your man (or someone else’s) behaving strangely these past few weeks, let me explain what’s happening. It’s again outdoor grilling time. My advice to any woman witnessing this phenomenon is to simply relax and let the guy have his way. Otherwise you’ll end up back in the kitchen.

I know. You’re going to complain that the meat is undercooked, smells like Lea & Perrins (which, I might add, contains anchovies) and tastes like scorched underbrush. And when you attempt to check on the broiling progress, you can’t find the cooker for all the smoke and flames.

Well, all I can offer is that I’ve learned to eat around the edges of my hamburger and I’ve taped the fire department’s phone number to my …