A rushed breakfast this morning, as I had to skedaddle out the door at 7A with both pooches in tow for our trek to the City. I thought it would be kind to bring Lovey along, seeing as she is usually left behind to fret and we are only in the vet's office for a grand total of 15 minutes. She whined coming and going. Two solid hours of whine. GoD only knows if she kept it up as she was guarding the car - looking all Gangsta, in her saggy grey hoodie. Better she stays somewhere she feels secure, without adding to the stress of two bouts of rush hour traffic with her lunatic mother.
These bagels are from my very favorite local bakery - local meaning less than three hours away. They have the BEST GF bread I have eaten. It is almost like bread! Unfortunately, they are a good hour+ away and not in a direction I travel often. I was thrilled, however, to chance upon them in the indoor farmers market in the Capitol Concourse, during my Wednesday trot to the state library a few weeks ago. This Wednesday, I dutifully trotted back, going through high-level security each way, to stock up. In our state, I think the security is there mostly to protect them from their constituents - whom they ignore completely until they are up for reelection. Every time I go through, the half-pound of metal in my ankle sets off the alarm and I am wanded within an inch of my life.
I was, unfortunately, disappointed in the bagels - a little heavy on the vinegar - but their bread makes the scrutiny all worth it!