The particular joy of the office bagel
But back then, bagels were a luxury good. I was making $10 an hour. I grew up in California, where bagel options were supermarket Thomas’s or the shrunken, frozen, bastard children known as Bagel Bites. The catering platters heaped with doughy ziggurats symbolized abundance, wealth, lunch, and dinner.
I really enjoyed writing about The Daily Beast's bagel Fridays and how they put a spell over my early years in New York. Now I'm a diehard oatmeal-at-home fan, but will always be nostalgic for those wonderful, chaotic, carb-filled days. You can find my essay at Extra Crispy.