In my hometown of AZ there’s a nifty chain of local restaurants called Pita Jungle.I love me some Pita Jungle when I go home, mostly because I'm convinced some part of my mongrel self has some Mediterranean or Middle Eastern soul up in here. Also, it's just so good. I like to think that, somewhere out there, there’s a literal jungle full of pita trees, with pita vines, and awesome coconuts that break open to provide fresh tabbouleh, hummus, and baba ghanoush.Oh, it would be my heaven, I can assure you.
So the other day I was thinkin:you know, my G makes homemade parathas and rotis (Indian Pita!) and I've made tortillas (Mexican Pita!) but nothing, really, can compete with original, awesome, PITA when you want to serve it up with some hummus and other Mediterranean/Middle Eastern goodness.
It’s a flatbread! It’s a holder of delicious goodness!It’s It’s It’s…awesome, and you need to see that it’s not hard or scary to make and quite lovely, actually.It’s especially lovely after a long day and all you have is some veggies and maybe a smidge of balsamic white bean dip sitting around, and, suddenly, you have dinner.
Or breakfast in this case, where I whipped up some delicious basil and mozzarella eggs to accompany my new stack of pita.
Dear Pita: Thanks for being so versatile and awesome. I love having you around for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Next time I promise to reunite you with your BFF, tabbouleh and maybe some hummus. We'll have a party. Love, Samantha.