I first got acquainted with chicken tikka and its tomato-sauced twin, chicken tikka masala, when I visited Jonny and Jenny in Delhi in 2008. They were doing internships with an Indian nonprofit that provided health care services. We ate one great Indian meal after another, including several chicken tikka feasts at a tiny shop near their apartment. On January 13, 2019, I hosted an Indian dinner for Mike and Heidi, Spencer and Naomi. I finally cooked chicken tikka masala which was as good as I had eaten in India.
I had a great recipe and a crockpot that simmered the spicy sauce for hours and hours.
Naomi made homemade naan which was as good as the Indian chefs fried on their sizzling grills. I also served spinach, which is frequently on Indian menus.
Mike is a hard man to please. He has visited India twice, loves it like I do, and knows which chicken tikka masala is good and which is a fraud.
Naomi and Spencer have added India to their bucket list, after, of course, Turkey.
All I knew about Indian food as a child, living in Burma/Myanmar, was that my Indian nanny brought her lunch in a metal tin, unloaded mysterious, richly scented sauces, and mixed her rice with her curries with her fingers.
Some pundits have called chicken tikka masala "the national food of England," because of all the Indian immigrants who love it, along with their British hosts. Now chicken tikka masala is popular in the US, too, and can be bought, refrigerated, at Costco.
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