Handmade Za’atar Spiced Pita Bread

I consider myself to be a relatively rational person.

Now, my mom may disagree.  She’s the one that gets the frantic concerned phone calls.  When I need medical advice.  STAT.  Because I have a spot on my leg.  And I’m sure it’s a tumor.  Or a blood clot.  Or some other life threatening illness.

And Jake may say otherwise.  He’s the one that gets locked out of the apartment.  After I triple lock the door.  Because I’m sure that if I don’t, someone will break in and steal me.  An axe murderer, perhaps.  Maybe a sexual predator.  I live in NYC, so that’s not too irrational, right?  Hmm… maybe I should stop watching Law & Order SVU.

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