No-Yeast 20-Minute Beer Flatbread
No Yeast 20-minute Beer Flatbread
I was trapped in the back of a rug factory in Morocco when I realized how relative things are.
I was sitting on a stool made out of a block of wood, walls made of thick adobe all around me, the large wooden door had been slammed shut and locked with a steel bar. Mid-day sunlight fell through the window at the very top of the wall behind me. Two men threw rugs on the ground in front of me and my sister, yelling obscene prices at us in strong ascents. "Only seven thousand! This one, good deal, it’s only three thousand five hundred. This one, it’s for you, just six thousand!"
I’m in shock. It took me six months to save for the trip, there was no way I could afford a rug that cost about a third the retail value of my car. They stop the rapid rug toss to pressure me about buying one.
"Listen, I can’t afford this. I just started paying off my student loans, I have rent, car payment, I don’t have the money to spend seven grand on a rug. Plus shipping."
They laugh. "You’re saying you’re poor? You’re American! You are RICH," they pick up an empty leather pouf, "You buy this, stuff it with dollar bills!"
I was as scared as I was offended. There were two men and a steel bar between me and freedom. "I’m not rich! Do you know how much rent is in the US? Groceries? Gas? I’m not rich,"
They laugh even harder, "You have a place to live? Yes? With more than one room and a bathroom, too? You have a car? And you have a refrigerator full of food? You buy new clothes every month, and you have lots of shoes? Am I correct? Look at me," He pauses for dramatic effect, "Little girl, you are rich. Walk out that door, look around, and then you tell me you are not rich." He was right.
I was still scared but no longer offended. I realized how relative everything is, one person’s broke is another person’s rich. I ended the day in a beautiful restaurant, a thing only the richest people in the Medina of Fez, Morocco have ever done. There was chicken in a creamy red sauce, saffron rice, vegetables, small metal bowls of sauces, and soft, homemade bread. There was a beautiful comfort in warm homemade bread. This recipe only takes about 20 minutes, perfect for the next time you need a little gluten comfort.
- 3 cups all purpose flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- ½ tsp baking powder
- pinch of salt
- 1 tbs olive oil
- ¾ cup plain Greek yogurt (not non-fat)
- ¾ cup wheat beer, room temperate
- In a large bowl stir together the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt.
- Make a well in the center, add the oil, yogurt and beer.
- Stir until the dough comes together. Transfer to a lightly floured surface, knead for about 6 minutes.
- Cut into 8 sections, form into balls. Cover and allow to rest for 10 to 15 minutes.
- Lightly oil a cast iron skillet, heat to medium high.
- Press the balls into 6 inch disks.
- Cook the disks in the skillet until lightly browned on each side and cooked through, about 3 minutes per side.
- Serve warm.