It’s become a tradition of sorts that every time I come home from school, at least one morning is dedicated to the hol(e)y breakfast grail that is the bagel. More specifically, the bagel with lox and all the necessary accompaniments (cream cheese, red onion, tomato, capers). This tradition has mostly arisen as a result of the fact that I usually come home with an extreme craving for this exact breakfast. The ability to find such a perfect specimen of a breakfast item outside of the tri-state area can be a challenge, most often due to subpar bagels. As such, I see no harm in satisfying my bagel-hunger upon each return home. Continue reading
Breakfast and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean that I love breakfast foods, but I hate eating in the morning. Okay so hate is a strong word, but I thoroughly do not enjoy eating so long as the numbers on the clock are followed by “AM.” I much prefer to start my day with a good, strong cup of coffee and then indulge in a hybrid breakfast/lunch type of meal once the hunger pangs start to strike at about noon. Basically I just want to eat brunch every day.
Such was not always the case. In fact, growing up, breakfast used to look a little something like this: