You can talk for a long time about fate, circumstances and “wrong times”, but the facts are stubborn: almost every woman today has a skewer in her kitchen. And not just one. Beautiful, stainless steel, with the right sharpening, ready for action 🔥. But there is no man nearby.
A paradox? At first glance, yes. But if you look closely, everything is simple: women have long learned to fry kebabs themselves 🍖. We choose the meat ourselves, marinate it, make the fire ourselves and fry it until golden brown 😋. Without unnecessary arguments about “the right way”. And without long male explanations why you need to wait another ten minutes.
We have already gotten used to buying our own skewers and those very tasty spices 🌿. They got used to dragging coal, a barbecue and laughing at their own ability to organize all this. And it's not even that women have become strong - they just don't like to sit hungry 😅, waiting for someone to say: "Come on, I'll do everything."
So yes, there is a skewer in the house. But there is no man yet.
But this does not mean that it is not needed. It is needed 🥰. Not just to fry, but to do it together. So that in a quiet evening fire not only coal burns, but also that very light, simple joy: to be close ❤️ Because even the strongest woman has a secret: shashlik tastes better when someone turns it nearby.
So yes, the skewer is waiting. And we are too 😉
Natalia ❤️