I’m home again and Dad sent the photos of the rescued chura dinner.
See? Even though it doesn’t look anything like the real thing, it still looks awfully good! And it was. Better, actually. The whole dinner (in spite of the preparation being fraught with angst) was quite delicious.
The yoghurt that we bought to use to marinate the chicken was different from the yoghurt that we usually buy here in Toronto.
Once again, the flavour was fine but the manufacturers of the yoghurt we bought (can I remember the brand?? No) had somehow managed to cream it so it was very very smooth and stayed that way.
It completely separated when the chicken was being baked. So my sister drained all the curdled mess off and finished baking the chicken almost dry.
Once again, brilliant sister; brilliant result.