“What are bagels?” Milo asked this week.
“What?! My boy, you’re a New Yorker, and you don’t know what a bagel is?”
So this morning I tried my hand at a batch. I don’t think I’ve made bagels since Naomi went to school. They aren’t a thing in NZ, and the stale ring shaped breads in the plastic sleeve at the grocery store are disappointing, to say the least. I haven’t figured out how to get the chewy glossy exterior, but can at least get the dense chewy interior. Yum.
My Delight of the Day was the warm caress of the sun on my shoulders as we kicked the rugby ball around at the local park. But I don’t have a picture of that, and runner up for Delight was today’s sunset.