As much as I am loving Mobile, I am having an issue with something. I cannot find a good bagel. I mean, I can find a bagel at Panera, but it’s not a REAL bagel. I want a bagel like the ones from the tiny, overcrowded deli with angry waitresses. Its weird; all of a sudden, the Jew in me is not satisfied. I am ok with the fact that I have not been to temple, but I am NOT ok with the fact that I have not had a real bagel. (Sorry, Bubbie!)
Before I moved here, I never had to worry about where my bagels were going to come from. They just showed up in a hot brown bag Sunday mornings (Thanks, Dad!). So to fill this void in my soul/belly, we took matters into our own hands. Literally. We made bagels. I never even fathomed the thought of making bagels, but Jaron, of course, knew it was possible.
It went a little something like this:
Rolling the dough into "snakes" and attaching the ends...
Boiling the doughy bagels...Whooda thunk it?
Fresh out the oven...Too bad you can't smell these.
They smell like Awesomeville.
Did they come out like I had hoped? No. They tasted just like Lenders bagels. You know, the kind you buy in a bag that are mass produced by a machine in a factory. I want the ones made by a big fat dude in the back of the overcrowded deli being yelled at by the angry waitresses. Maybe next time I will let Jaron do all the work...and I will yell at him….just for good measure.
PS: Jaron is not a big fat dude.
PPS: I had to say that otherwise he won’t make me bagels anymore.