Sourdough Pita: How I Finally Got the Pocket (After Baking 40 Flat Ones First)
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