Look at that. An everything bagel. I pick up a dozen at a local bakery. The paper bag in which they were placed is already fragrant, the seeds and bread combining to let off an earthy, seedy, wonderful smell. Usually I crave simplicity; a few ingredients combining to create a final dish with distinct flavors. Not here. On my bagel I want it all. I want everything. Hence the name.
I realize why I like the everything bagel so much. The spices, seeds, and bread become an entity. An everything bagel isn't a bagel with garlic flakes, sesame seeds, caraway seeds, onion flakes etc. It's just an everything bagel.
Spread with cream cheese, and there are few greater breakfast pleasures.
Why did I think of this?
Hey! A man's gotta find a way to occupy his time in Spanish class.
6 comments:
there. just found your blog. thanks for including me on your list. 15? you're a damn fine writer for 15...
i'll be reading. (i just read all of october. you sure you're only 15?)
Cook eat fret you flatter me, and inspire me (with that superlative chicken stock). I think I'll finally have to man up and make my own.
What else is there to do in Spanish class besides update? I like throwing Cheerios at an unsuspecting Senora Rios, or pulling out strands of Liza's hair until she notices...
and while you're at it - locate some veal bones...
I stumbled across your blog a while ago yet never left you a comment because somehow the thought of your young age made me feel awkward. But I just wanted to say that I think you are an amazing young man. Your writing over the last few months has been so wonderful, and I find myself checking in often to see if you've updated. I think finding a passion in life that brings you so much knowledge and joy is a true gift....how lucky you are.
thanks so much carey!
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