Did you know that the Soviet Union once shut off electricity to what is now Georgia, plunging the region into stone age darkness for 14 years? Or that the country’s current leader is an oligarch who has built an enormous modern palace on a hill overlooking the capital city of Tblisi? Both these factoids were provided to me by my Georgian hostess at a B&B where I stayed awhile back, but oddly I can find no reference to either on the internet.
Her khachapuri, though, were very real. She stuffed these rounds of dough with sulugumi cheese and slapped them on the sides of her barrel-shaped Georgian clay oven; when done, they fall to the base of the oven and she scoops them up with a special tool. Served with Georgian honey, they were a decadent treat and I resolved to make them one day for myself.
Today, however, was not the day. There are lots of recipes for khachapuri dough but I decided to play it safe and use Maria Burros’ from the New York Times. I knew I was trouble in the kneading process. The dough in the Kitchenaid mixer was oddly rubbery and refused to show the stretchiness of good gluten development, even when I added extra liquid and hand kneaded after. I used a mixture of 1 part feta to 3 parts mozzarella/provolone mix and followed a strange instruction to fold the dough in on the cheese then pleat it to create a knob on top. The result was crusty and unpleasant and not cheesy enough. Next time I’ll stuff individual rolls following the technique for pupusas and bake them at a considerably lower temperature than Burros’ 375 degrees.
I also tried making Adjarian khachapuri, the better known form of the bread in which the dough is formed into a boat with the cheese in its open middle and an egg broken into it at the last minute. Tearing the bread apart and using it to scoop out the melted cheese and egg must be a sensuous experience—I was inspired to do this baking experiment by a Facebook post from my friend Melanie about her own encounter with a cheesy boat—but not with my sorry dough. Also, the sides of my boat weren’t high enough and I overcooked my egg (and I used just the yolk, whereas I would add an entire raw egg next time).
So, failure, but we can learn from it. I am annoyed by food blogs which take the stance that the blogger is an expert and never makes a mistake, and their technique for boiling water or peeling a tomato is the only way to do it. I will get back on the horse, but not right away. Meanwhile, the dog is enjoying my scraps.











