Palatable pita bread. Looks like it was always present at the table. We just used to call it in another way. My grandma cooked lean dense flatbreads. We cut their sides, still hot and crispy, and generously stuffed the breads. With a jam, made of translucent ripe plums, golden honey, specially cooked liver pate – all plays of flavours and colours combined perfectly with simple, but incredibly tasty baking.
I still believe that pita is the best bread to accompany snacks. And now I know for sure that it is easy to cook it and can be easily combined with any fillings. For example, pita with hummus makes a perfect match!
I tried to do my best to cook a single serve portion, but I failed. Pita requires a big company of friends. It gives a feeling of fiesta. Try it as well – that’s just a perfect idea for any party or friends’ get-togethers. Mix fillings, sauces, simply serve it with oil – and stuff yourselves with this heaven-like food! We’ve already started that.
Oh, and here is the recipe of a tasty Israeli bread, most simple and verified by hundreds of my satisfied friends.
Pita bread with baked vegetables
- 0,5 kg flour
- 300 ml water
- 20 g yeasts
- 15 g salt
- 10 g sugar
- 80 ml olive oil
- 2 sweet peppers
- 1 eggplant
- 2 onions
- 1 marrow
- Salt, pepper
- 1 bunch of thyme
- 1 bulb of garlic
- 150 g of salty white cheese (brynza)
- Coarsely chop the vegetables, add salt and pepper to taste, add thyme and bake in the oven at 200-210 degrees for 15-20 minutes.
- Chill the vegetables, cut them and garnish with the chopped white cheese.
- Sieve the flour. Add water with yeasts, sugar and salt, let it grow, divide into equal portions of 50 g each.
- Shape the portions round and roll out the dough into a flatbread, bake at 240-260 degrees for 7 minutes.
For me it’s almost impossible to understand, how to live in the same place for 20-30-40-50 years. I’ve just returned from Hong Kong and already thinking about how to go back there again. This is the most boring thing for me – to sit in one place. At the same time, this feeling has started quite recently, maybe a couple of years ago.
Actually, my whole life is some kind of travelling. When I was something about one year old, I was taken from Odessa to a tiny temporary settlement, hidden in the cold snows of taiga, where I spent something like four years.
Then there was New Urengoy, a city in Tyumen region of Russia and then, in the second grade, I moved to Western Ukraine, to the city of Ivano-Frankivsk. I had to learn the Ukrainian language, make new friends in a new place, and somehow adapt to live without eternal cold.
By the way, I still speak Ukrainian with a Western accent.
When I was fourteen years old, I went back to Odessa that was my biggest stop. Here I’ve graduated from high school and college, here was my first big love and two marriages, here my son was born.
I’ve been living in Odessa for almost twenty years, and for several years I just can not stay still. My ass urges me to move on. My brain tells me that is difficult and almost impossible. To leave everything: friends, family, streets, favorite restaurants…
But I used to listen to my ass’s opinion. Thus the life becomes more interesting and rich. So, the next stop is Hong Kong. And my beloved and long-suffering ass predicts that this ‘city-big supermarket’ will not be my last home.
And no, I won’t leave tomorrow. My mind tells me that I need to do a lot before moving away, both in Odessa and Hong Kong.
So, dear reader of my crazy bed-time stories, you’ll still have to suffer me for some more time. See ya…