Saturday, January 23, 2010
Get one if you see one: the old woman (always an old woman) flops a tennis ball of dough out on her forearm and all of a sudden it's thin as paper and bigger than a manhole cover. Stretched thinner on a throw pillow sort of thing and transferred briefly on what looks like a smoking hot, upside down wok. After it chars and bubbles, a daughter or husband picks it up and fills it first with labeneh (roughly between sour cream and yogurt) and I added red and green s'chug (chili pastes), a touch of pickled cabbage. Of course, an air filter would probably taste good in that bread.