If I'm not risking disaster, maybe the task isn't worth trying.
I make the dough and add fresh chopped garlic. With garlic, you press down until the clove escapes from its prison of sticky paper skin. I imagine the work it takes to release a person from her protective shell; that pressure accomplishes a beautiful thing in us. I have to remember this.
I let the dough rise all afternoon, return from teaching, and then roll out the dough. I apply brushstrokes of rich yellow butter.
|Rolling Out the Naan Dough|
|Naan Bubbling on the Griddle|
Later, I think about how far I've come with these experiments in cooking. I want to move on to other experiments and unexplored regions of my abilities. Thank you for joining with me in these "experiments" of living with flair.
What was your last life experiment?