I really like homemade bread. I could eat it every night, and I probably do. It almost doesn't even matter what kind of bread it is... if it's fresh out of the oven, I'm all in.
But I love homemade pita bread. Most of all, I love watching it bake. I always gasp when I peek into the oven and see them puffing up; that magical moment exemplifies my love of cooking. When I first started making pita, the whole process seemed random and it drove me insane. Some pitas puffed while others didn't. But I think I've finally figured it out. Now when I make pita bread, they all come out of the oven looking and feeling like precious pillows. Read more.