I want to tell you about the night I confidently slid a sourdough pizza into my oven, heard a loud crack, and watched my brand-new pizza stone split cleanly in half like it was auditioning for a dramatic movie scene. My husband walked in right at that moment, looked at the oven, looked at me, … Read more
I want to tell you about the night I accidentally set off my smoke alarm three times, convinced my husband I was “definitely burning the house down this time,” and somehow ended up with the best flatbread I have ever made in my life. If you have been searching for a sourdough naan recipe cast … Read more
I pulled open the oven door, slid out the baking stone, and stared at what can only be described as a sad, tan frisbee. No pocket. No puff. Just a flat, chewy disc that looked more like a hockey puck than anything I had ever eaten at a Middle Eastern restaurant. It was my fourteenth … Read more
It was 6:47 on a Tuesday evening, I had exactly nothing planned for dinner, and my sourdough starter was sitting on the counter giving me what I can only describe as a judgmental stare. Sound familiar? That chaotic moment is actually how I stumbled onto this sourdough flatbread recipe quick enough to save a weeknight … Read more
I want to tell you about the time I brought a “rustic artisan focaccia” to my neighbor’s dinner party and accidentally set it down directly on her brand-new linen tablecloth, leaving a perfect olive oil ring the size of a dinner plate. I stood there holding my masterpiece, watching the oil spread in slow motion, … Read more
I still think about the smoke. Not fondly — not yet — but I get there eventually. It was a Tuesday night, my kitchen smelled like a campfire, and I was standing in front of my open oven door fanning a dish towel at the smoke detector while my sourdough neapolitan pizza home oven experiment … Read more
I want to tell you about the night I confidently slid a raw pizza directly onto the floor of my oven. Not onto the rack. Not onto the stone. Onto the actual oven floor, where it promptly draped itself over the heating element like a sad, doughy flag of defeat. Sauce everywhere. Cheese pooling into … Read more
