First of all, my grandmother prepared dough using water, flour, yeast and salt. She knead all of them, and then let dough for rest and rise about an hour.
In the mean time the men of the house were collecting some wood for the fire. There is an old fireplace in my grandmother's house to cook bread, meat or pastry, such as börek, sura.
After they started the fire we waited until the oven cooled down to a temperature suitable for baking. The heat of hot bricks and base does all the work.
While waiting my mother started to give shape to dough as a round bread. She placed them in a big tray to put into the fireplace. My sister and I worked as helpers, and sprinkled some sesame and rose balls on the top of breads.
Now it was time for the trays to be put into the fireplace. One by one we placed them. It was really hot near the fire, so we let brawny men to do it.
Now we had to wait patiently. Three generation were together and we dressed our traditional scarfs to prevent our hair from falling down into dough. It would not be a good thing to eat hair in my meal.
At the end we reached our goal. There were some fresh and deliciously smelling breads on the table. Some of them were burnt a bit, but it was men's fault. They couldn't manage the fire well. Despite of some burns, of course we were ready to eat like a wolf.
Have I learned to make a bread? I don't think so. Next time I am going to insist them again to make more bread.
