Don’t listen to what the New Yorkers say: you can find a good bagel in the Bay Area. Here are ten bagel options in the East Bay.
Tag: the picky years
During the warmer months, we ate in the room attached to the kitchen. It was flanked on two sides by double screens that went as high as the ceiling, and it was therefore called The Sun Room. Anyway, the sun room had two wall shelves full of my mother’s cookbooks. These cookbooks were rarely used, […]
Now, where did I leave off? Ah, yes, ensuring the family cats ate better than we did. Our second line of defense was the paper napkins that had to be disposed of once the plate was cleared away. Over the course of the meal, Undesirables would slowly and quietly make their way into our laps, […]
You wouldn’t know it now, but as a kid, I was SUCH a picky eater. I hated almost everything except grilled cheese sandwiches. In fact, by age eight, I OD’d on grilled cheese sandwiches with what I considered disastrous consequences. I won’t go into detail, so I’ll just say that I learned the hard way […]