I cooked plov outside in a qazan today. The Uzbeks who ate with us told me it was too soggy, and they were right, because it wasn't Uzbek plov. It was my plov in a qazan (which means it was also missing the meat and a lot of oil). Oldest son prefers Uzbek and Kyrgyz plov and the rest of the family is happy with my plov. But it was fun to cook outside and we'll do it again. With a little less water.
The couple that ate with us is unusual. He broke his back five years ago in a car accident and cannot use his legs anymore. But he manages very well, especially since a German NGO gave him a wheelchair and a van to go with it. I really enjoyed talking to him and his wife and watching them work together.