The largest obstacle of the night was running out of propane for the oven and stove about one hour into cooking the chickens. I opened the oven door to find it oddly cold and then realized the stove burners no longer turned on. The problem was solved with an awkward half Arabic, half sign-language conversation with the door man. Then the propane man came up and after finishing wanted to take a picture of me with his young son. Very odd, I asked him to leave.
We were left with enough food for a few meals and tons of dishes!
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