Internet access, electricity access, and other things complicated my blogging abilities while in Jordan this past summer. Now that we are back in DC and have a new computer, I can return to the blogosphere. My awesome friend Hilary was proposed to in Jordan near the Cliff House hostel where she lived. The hostel also happens to be near one of our favorite falafel places, so I promised her I would stop and tell the hostel people hello. Alas, the ownership has changed since Hilary’s move, but we tried. In the alleyway across from the hostel entrance, we were lucky enough to find a nice pita bakery. Robert wanted to finally uncover the mystery behind how pitas got there pockets so we stopped in to ask some questions. To illustrate the process, the owner took us on a tour.
Turns out there is no pocket secret. The intense heat creates the pillow…unless that is considered a secret.
This blurry image is actually a very cool part of the process; it’s the pita shoot that drops pita from the second to the first-floor shop. Many, though not all, bakeries have them.
Baker in front of flour
Proud owner and son
The son was four and so adorable. He joined us on the tour with his dad.
These are the intensely sweet treats the owner welcomed us to sample.
Hilary’s old haunt
Tasty hummus from one of the most wonderful falafel places in Amman
Carl and Glory (not pictured) joined us on many adventures. They are wonderful traveling companions.
Falafel in the making
The falafel maker invited Gloria to have a go at packing the falafel mixture before tossing it in the oil.
Here I am enjoying the fruit and vegetable markets near by.