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 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
