Bagels For Breakfast...Anyone?

For breakfast this morning, it is a blueberry bagel.

I did not grow up with bagels in the house. Oh, I knew what they were, it was just not a grocery item my mother ever bought. My first bagel encountered happened the first week I started work at a local medical company as a customer service rep. Our offices were downtown and half a block's walk from a bakery, long known in town for it culinary delights. I remember one of the first days after I joined the staff, about nine o'clock, a co-worker called and wanted to know if I wanted a bagel. I wanted to fit in and I was feeling a little mid-morning hunger pang, so I said yes. She appeared a few minutes later at my door with two small bagels on a napkin and a little pat of butter. She placed them in my hands; they were warm and smelled wonderful. After buttering one, I proceeded to take my first bite and oh my, how delicious. It was squishy and soft and buttery and melt in your mouth good. From that bite on, I was hooked. Every morning, I skipped the breakfast part of my "getting ready for work" routine and happily looked forward to morning breakfast time over a bag of bagels with my co-workers. Even though I am quite certain that bag of bagels was just as disastrous to our waistlines as a box of donuts might have been, we still felt healthier because they came from a quaint, German bakery!!

Now, it has been years and years since I have wandered into that bakery, lazily ordering a bag of bagels for an office full of hungry professionals, but every time I buy a bag of bagels at the grocery store and try in vain to warm one of them up in the microwave I am reminded of that time in my life and I long for the simplicity of a small, soft and warm Sunshine Bakery bagel. It was a great way to start a day!

Living Happily In the Moment!
Bev