It's hilarious — and pathetic — to recall my notion of a bagel when I was a kid: rock-hard frozen rolls, usually six to a bag, that needed to be nuked or toasted to be edible. To actually be palatable, they needed to soak up a good slathering of butter or cream cheese. They came in flavors like cinnamon-raisin and blueberry, and for the longest time, I thought of them as boring breakfast pastries. (Little did I know that those are "gentile bagels," as one of my friends... More >>>