November 28, 2012 by chicagogrilling365
Yeah, chicken again.
You wanna take this outside?
Didn’t think so.
Anyway, after Jenny and I had lunch in Lincoln Square, I wandered over to Gene’s (greatest place on Earth) to see what I could see.
Jenny wanted wine.
I wanted something for dinner.
Although we’re always cooking chicken in excess, and we’re painfully aware of that fact, I couldn’t ignore the huge bone-in chicken thighs. They looked super fresh.
So I grabbed one along with an Asian pear, though I can’t say why. It’s still in the fridge. The pear, not the chicken. The chicken is in my stomach.
While it was on the grill I made a spicy mayo.
Mayo, Sriracha, spicy mustard. Done and done.
And then I decided I wanted a fried egg.
I’m always looking for an excuse to use the cast-iron.
So while the chicken rested, I plopped some (a ton of) butter in the skillet on the grill and dropped an egg into it for about a minute.
There are few foods a fried egg won’t make better.
Hell, give me a cupcake with an egg on top and it’ll disappear with the quickness.