G and I were talking about bagels before we went to sleep last night (again!) While what he really wanted was to get up this morning and go to brunch, I find the meal fairly stressful. I like to take my Sundays at a leisurely pace and not feel rushed into and out of restaurants by hungover crowds with the same idea. I promised G homemade bagels as an alternative.
Maybe I moved a little too slowly this morning, though, as "brunch" was ready around the time of a "late lunch." We can call it llunch if you want to give it a catchy title. I forgot that bagels need to rise. And that I can't start measuring flour and such until after coffee. And a chapter or so in a book.
When all was finally finished, however, we agreed they were worth the wait.
Sesame, poppy-seed, and everything, technically, but they all got mixed together in the water, kind of. I used the recipe in Vegan Brunch. It's funny, actually, because Isa's blurb above the recipe says these bagels are great and authentic for when you can't get a genuine New York bagel. I could have, if I wanted to, but where's the fun in that?
I ate half of an everything bagel with a big ole salad for lunch:
The salad was great, too: mixed greens, tomatoes, carrots, red cabbage, steamed broccoli, red pepper, grated beets, mushrooms, olives, and red onion. Yeap. Six-star Llunch, Billion-star bbagel.