We’ve all been there. It gets to lunchtime, and there’s next to nothing in. You should have gone shopping days ago. You finished the last of the bread yesterday. You’ve nothing handy in a tin, and cooking proper is OTT, but the shops are an X-minute round trip away and that sounds like X-minus-2 minutes too far.
This happens more often than I care to admit, and being a bread-head, I normally reach for the flour.
If I had time to wait for dough to rise, I’d have time for the shops. I need a quick fix. Time for my patented (well, not really) 15-minute flat bread cheatza! Continue reading