Optimism for the Day

So I tried to make pita bread and everything went wrong. It took me 6 tries to get the yeast to bloom and then it did it poorly. I rolled it out into the perfect shapes and then Jared defaced every single one with his tiny fingers and unnecessary rolling. I yelled. So I scraped them and let them rise until they were soft again. I reshaped them and then forgot about them for a solid hour and a half. I knew at this point it probably wouldn't be picturesque pitas, but I'd already worked enough on the dough I just couldn't throw it out.
Needless to say, they didn't puff.

I was bummed, but just glad it was over.
When we were eating them with hummus this evening, I realized that I hadn't just failed at making pitas. I had, without even trying, made crackers for the first time!
Pretty cool, huh?