Wheat. Flatbread. Tasty.
Can’t make them, as I mentioned somewhere earlier. Am going to follow these instructions, and I’ll let you know how it turns out!
An hour later: Of course, promise is only as good as one’s skill. The chapatis were a flaming disaster. I’m just going to wait till my mum gets here and can show me how to make them.
Net result? I still can’t make the damn things.