one million bagels!
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a long-standing relationship with bagels. Part of it is ethnic compulsion -- I think it's in the genes. Part of it is family history -- my late uncle was a bagel man, owned a store in Newark and later had a shop on the East Side. and part of it is that they are a little bit of carbo heaven. of course, I am a bit of a bagel "snob". A real bagel should be boiled, not steamed, before it is baked. and those weird flavors -- like blueberry or sun-dried tomato -- you know, the things my uncle would never have added to his bagels -- just don't cut it for me. and those horrible doughy things they sell in the supermarket freezer section -- don't get me started. when I was in college, in Albany, NY, most of my classmates were from NYC or Long Island, and we used to beg our parents to bring us "Guyland bagels", because what was sold as a "bagel" in Albany just didn't compare. it must be something in the water. in ...