This past weekend was Father's Day. Hubby (Peter) was busy painting parts of his hot rod. This takes a lot of planning and equipment. Thankfully he thought ahead to keeping his skin and lungs clean. Here is a picture of how he looked:
I told him he looked like someone in a sci-fi movie!
We spent Father's Day afternoon at my brother's house. He likes to grill for my Dad and Peter. I called beforehand to inquire about gluten free eating for my GF son, John.
First question: "Do you usually toast your rolls on the grill?"
"Well, yes," he said.
"Okay, no problem," I told him. "I will bring my cast iron skillet."
Second question: "Are you marinating the chicken?"
"Well, yes." Of course, Murphy's Law ensures that the marinade contained soy sauce, which has wheat.
"That's okay. Naked chicken is fine," I assured.
The day of the cookout, I took along a showstopper dessert and my trusty 8-inch cast iron skillet. This skillet is not too heavy to lug around.
The grill was pretty full, and I could tell it wouldn't be a good idea to add my skillet to all the other food on there, adding to confusion. I took the skillet inside and heated it up on the stove. With John looking on, I threw in a little olive oil and heated that while I seasoned the boneless chicken with thyme, parsley, salt and pepper. I browned the chicken, grabbed a lid from elsewhere in the kitchen, added asparagus that I didn't want to be on the grill surface, and let it ride a while.
Here is how it looked!
Well, John, my GF son, loved it.
When we finished eating, the pan was still warm, so I rinsed it with hot water, scrubbed it with a little table salt on a paper towel, dried it thoroughly and set it aside to go home.
GF? No problem! :)
