As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
Or at least the most efficient, since I could have easily eaten the entire batch in one sitting.
My standard refrain about living in a small New England city is “everything is great, except for the bagels.” Now I can say “everything is great. And have you tried my bagels?”
The recipe came from Dan Leader’s fantastic book Bread Alone. I found them a tiny bit salty, but otherwise, perfect. They were actually too good for cream cheese. I assure you, these are no “rolls with holes.” After Passover, this may have to become a weekly tradition.