At Heathrow, I settle in for the long wait, with a venti Starbucks chai and the internet for comfort. I am shocked that I have spent twenty-one dollars already, for a single chai and three hours of internet. Luckily, I do not need to buy food now; I still have Marina Aunty's curry rolls with me. I packed four of them, frozen, in my backpack before leaving. They have thawed in transit, and I eat them slowly, compulsively, one after another, until I am stuffed.Minced chicken and potato curry, cooked down slowly until all the gravy has been absorbed. The curry is then wrapped in a thin crepe, the ends tucked in to form a long roll. The roll is dipped in egg, rolled in breadcrumbs, and quickly deep-fried to form one of the tastiest of Sri Lankan snacks -- at least the way my aunt makes them. Everyone agrees that she makes some of the best rolls, and whenever I go back to Connecticut for a visit, I am grateful for as many as she is willing to send back with me.