Call it Roti, Call it Chapati; Exploration of Indian Flatbreads

When my son was in kindergarten, I borrowed my grandmother's hefty stone flour mill, and bought a bushel of wheat grains at the Shuk (market) in Tel Aviv for show and tell at his school's International Day. At the time, we had left our home in the DC area for a short stint as ex-patriots in Israel. It was coming full circle for me, living back home, where I was born and raised.