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This little Georgia island isn't much for exotic unusual things... like bagels. So we buy dozens when we travel and fill the freezer, content in the knowlege that real bagels nuked and toasted are a poor second, but a superior experience to anything available locally.
Nothing smells like 1,000 miles in a closed, heated SUV with Everything bagels in the back. I have learned they are called Everything bagels not because they have garlic, onion, sesame, poppy and salt, but because they make everything smell just like them .
It's the price we pay to live in a cultural mecca (I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said "Why is the South so windy? Cuz the North sucks.")
Anne's parents are here from France and we'll meet them tonight. In a stroke of less than genuius, I volunteered to bring the wine. We don't have much in reasonably priced quality wines around here. I hear tell they have some pretty good stuff over there. Our kitchen wine cellar has a few bottles purported to be good when we purchased them on out-of state travels. We've never tried them. Gulp.
I should have offered to bring the bagels.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook		2004-05-12 9:48 AM Bagels and Bordeaux This little Georgia island isn't much for exotic unusual things... like bagels. So we buy dozens when we travel and fill the freezer, content in the knowlege that real bagels nuked and toasted are a poor second, but a superior experience to anything available locally. Nothing smells like 1,000 miles in a closed, heated SUV with Everything bagels in the back. I have learned they are called Everything bagels not because they have garlic, onion, sesame, poppy and salt, but because they make everything smell just like them . It's the price we pay to live in a cultural mecca (I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said "Why is the South so windy? Cuz the North sucks.") Anne's parents are here from France and we'll meet them tonight. In a stroke of less than genuius, I volunteered to bring the wine. We don't have much in reasonably priced quality wines around here. I hear tell they have some pretty good stuff over there. Our kitchen wine cellar has a few bottles purported to be good when we purchased them on out-of state travels. We've never tried them. Gulp. I should have offered to bring the bagels. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top