Not a sandwich, garlic bread. Not even pav bhaji. Nope. My brain wanted buttery, spicy, tomatoey masala stuffed between pillowy toasted pav. Right now.
And...
I didn’t plan to perfect a garlic breadsticks recipe. That sounds intentional. Organized. Suspicious.
What actually happened was this: I was hungry, tired, and emotionally...
I didn’t mean to make pizza puffs.
That’s important context.
I was hungry in that very specific way where nothing sounds good but also everything sounds...
