Oh, I Didn't Mean Naan, He Says

Well, I actually made a Pakistani spicy chickpea dish for the hubby. He loved it and asked me to make it again. Immediately, when all the leftovers were finished. *Runs victory lap*

Then, I decided to push my luck and make some Naan. Which I know my husband had asked for because I remember having him spell it for me.

I bought yeast. I kneaded dough. Then let it rise. Then did it again. Hours of fun. I worked over a hot grill pan for over 2 hours, making them 2 at a time. They cook up so fast, but that is little consolation when the recipe ends up making four thousand of them.

I was so proud of myself! The hubby said they tasted authentic. They were impossible to shape into a circle. I essentially made polygon bread. I was assured that it is always like this. Professoinal Naan-ers make them funny shaped, too.

The husband was very happy with them. I think they sort of tasted like a tortilla and a pancake had a baby, but okay.

*Takes a moment to dream of fluffy artisan bread*

After all this (YEAST! KNEADING!), the husband says, "Oh, wait. I didn't mean Naan. I meant Roti."

Roti is a bread that does not involve kneading or yeast... Or hours of work, supposedly.

*Husband very quickly leaves room after saying this, laughing at the look on my face all the way across the house*