Laccha Paratha ( home made style)

A lot of the readers and some friends have been asking me for the recipe of making Laccha Paratha at home.

Now bread of any kind is a common accompaniment on the Indian dining table whether it is lunch or dinner.Plus I feel that Laccha Paratha is like Risotto..Everyone thinks they are super hard to make but its actually a piece of cake.

So here it is my friends...the tasty recipe for homemade laccha parathas.

Bon Apetit!

Serves : 4

Method:

1. In a large bowl, mix together Maida/ Flour, 1 tsp. oil/ghee and salt to taste.

2. Add 1 1/2 cups of water and knead to make a soft dough. Do not knead the dough too much. It should be soft and supple. Keep aside for 20-30 mins.

3.After resting the dough, divide it into equal sized balls.

4.Dust the counter with flour, roll the ball and press it slightly, roughly into 6" diameter.

5.Apply some melted ghee/clarified butter/oil on the disk and sprinkle some flour/maida.

6.Now start pleating the disc from the opposite end much like pleating a skirt or a piece of paper.

7.Roll the pleated dough into a circle. Press edges together.

8.Heat an iron griddle or tava.

9.Place the rolled disc on it and cook till it's done and attains a nice golden color.

10.Serve hot.

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