Pita/Peeta Bread: An Utter Failure

First off, I’d like to state that I will now (and henceforth) refer to pita bread as Peeta bread, in honor of Peeta Mellark of The Hunger Games. Yes, I’m a nerd. I read the books, I watched the movie, and I’m officially on Teem Peeta (Team Gale? No thanks.).

In addition, Peeta is a bread baker by trade, so it makes perfect sense that pita bread should be called Peeta bread. I do hope you all understand.

Now that I’ve gotten that bit of nerderie out of the way, I have something to get off my chest:

I completely botched this recipe.

I saw this recipe on Under the High Chair and it inspired me to make peeta bread from scratch. Not only did it look gorgeous, but the recipe seemed simple enough. Just look at this fluffy, wonderful, pillowy peeta bread (!):

(Photo from Under The High Chair)

I read over the instructions quite a few times, just to make sure I understood them correctly. I measured all the ingredients carefully. I even bought a fresh jar of yeast (just to make sure it was still nice and yeasty!).

I rolled out my little discs of dough and they looked lovely. I was so pleased with the little discs that I even posted a photo on Instagram:

I let the discs rise for 40 minutes and they started to puff up (and look pillowy and awesome!). I was giddy with excitement.

Then, I baked the dough. I placed it in the oven and watched over the peeta like a nervous mother. I kept gazing into the oven — watching, waiting, and hoping.

And nothing happened.

Sure, they rose a little bit. But they were nothing like the glorious peeta puffs in the photos.

I removed the peeta from the oven. I then tasted the peeta bread: it was not good. The bread was rock hard, dense, and sad.

There was nothing pillowy or awesome about it.

(NAILED IT!)

My peeta bread was a total bust.

Now that I think about it, I’m not entirely sure why I’m telling you about my peeta bread failure.

I think it’s because I appreciate honestly in writing. There’s a fine line between writing a good (and honest) food blog and writing a bunch of self-congratulatory drivel that declares my culinary genius. Don’t get me wrong, I love cooking (and I think I’m pretty good at it). But I screw up all the time. And if I can laugh at myself and my mistakes, so can you.

Hopefully, I’ll master the art of peeta bread one of these days. If I do, you can bet I’ll be sharing the recipe with you.

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