Let’s face it, the holidays can sometimes get people into a gift-shopping, party-planning frenzy. For bakers like myself, the feeling of glee and the spirit of Christmas generates such an excitement in the creation of a wide array of Christmas-y treats that I feel like I should live in my kitchen at least for the month of December. And it’s not necessarily like I am baking things to give as gifts with every recipe I make, but simply because it is what the mood of the season makes me want to do. I want to constantly fill my house with peppermint, gingerbread, reds and greens… All things festive in the name of my favourite holiday of all. But sometimes I can get ahead of myself, as I’m sure is the case for most food bloggers.
After the sugar overdose that is my previous post, I decided to step back from the Christmas goodies for a bit to do a little bread-baking, which in truth is always so relaxing for me. I have been wanting to make my own pita bread for a while, because I was curious about the process. What I wasn’t expecting was how therapeutic it actually became for me! I loved the whole thing so much I took lots of pictures along the way! From the moment I began this recipe, I just had this good vibe. I was alone in the kitchen for the most part and it was so quiet, so different from the bustling place I am accustomed to, that I couldn’t help but savour that moment. The best part without a doubt was rolling the dough flat and watching it get all puffy at the sides. I could feel the fluffy softness of the dough beneath my rolling pin, and this part gave me such a calm I cannot explain. I think it officially proves that making bread is my absolute favourite aspect of baking.
