|While checking on the chicken - half an hour more to go|
May 4 , 2012: The flight to U.S. was long. Rather it seemed endless. Our son was waiting for us beneath his apartment building in the campus while we arrived in the rented car my husband had hired. in the afternoon. What awaited us was a surprise for lunch. Our son had marinated chicken in his own special chicken tikka marinade and he cooked it in the oven. We relished every bite of it. We had it with Naan, a sort of pita bread. I got too busy eating and forgot about taking more pictures. I was - well...famished I must say.