I was standing at my kitchen counter at 11 PM, flour on my nose, a half-eaten slice of my “nutritious” whole wheat sourdough in one hand and my phone in the other, absolutely convinced I had just read something that was going to ruin bread for me forever. The article was about phytic acid sourdough … Read more
I want to tell you about the Saturday morning I stood in my kitchen holding two identical loaves of bread, completely convinced I had ruined both of them. Flour on my shirt, coffee going cold on the counter, my dog staring at me with what I can only describe as concern. This was my grand … Read more
I want to tell you about the day I served my mother-in-law a loaf of sourdough that tasted like a gym bag. Not slightly tangy. Not “rustic.” A full-on, eyes-watering, where-did-you-go-wrong gym bag. She was very polite about it, which somehow made it worse. That loaf was the moment I finally got serious about understanding … Read more
It was 11 PM on a Sunday, and I was standing at my kitchen counter staring at a bowl of dough that looked absolutely, heartbreakingly wrong. Flat. Sticky. Smelling faintly sour but not in the good way. I had spent two days nurturing that loaf, and it was destined for the trash. That was the … Read more
I still cringe when I think about the loaf I proudly slid onto the counter for my in-laws’ first visit. It looked like a deflated football. A sad, pale, gummy deflated football. My mother-in-law, bless her, picked it up, turned it over twice, and said, “Oh, how… rustic.” Reader, it was not rustic. It was … Read more
I want to tell you about the time I confidently skipped autolyse because I was running late for a dinner party, convinced it was one of those steps that “serious bakers overthink.” I mixed everything together at once, shoved the dough in a bowl, and spent the next four hours watching it stay stubbornly dense … Read more
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
