Thanks for your kind words. One needs those, sometimes. And I was actually planning on dining with two of my brothers, though I was going to do the cooking. But moments after turning on the stove my aged mother in law called with a plumbing crisis involving her toilet. I had just returned from her place, where among other things I delivered the miralax  she requested. I keep encountering these moral/logistical challenges. If I left immediately, and the heat was low under the curried chicken thighs, I might get back in an hour and a quarter and find them done. They're raw now, and fresh from the 'fridge, so it would take a little while for them to get up to cooking temperature. Thighs are durable... My brothers might show up in time to avert or abbreviate disaster. Wish me luck.