Turkish pide bread

Dimpled pide bread from my favourite Turkish restaurant.

A man with nimble fingers and a cheerful moustache prepares it fresh daily. I could sit and watch him for hours. I make a pretty decent loaf of bread, but will never be in his league. Watching him knead and shape the dough is like watching Sufis dance. There is no effort at all, only grace and joy. When the bread is brought to the table, warm, yeasty and smelling of wood oven, my willpower deserts me and I dive in as if it were a warm duvet on a freezing day.