I was in Circulation, explaining my failure to migrate their horrible website to the new server, when the department head offered me a bagel. There was a styrofoam plate of them sitting on top of a two-drawer filing cabinet that I happened also to be sitting on. Reflexively, I said "no, thank you," as always, and then realized I hadn't had solid food since yesterday afternoon. So I revised my statement and took the plainest-looking one I could find.
Footnote to bagel makers: I don't want a blueberry bagel. I don't want an onion garlic rosemary bagel. I really don't want an orange mango bagel. Apparently, the bagel-eating world is with me on this one, because plain bagels are hard to find, while the exotic Frankensteinian golems abound. You may argue that people buy them. Well, that's because you're out of plain ones.
So I went back to my office and tucked into this presumably plain bagel and discovered one of the most complex breads ever broken. In one bite-- onion! In another-- cinnamon! And could these be bits of walnut? I sure hope they're not bits of cockroach! And an overall taste of used teabags.
What I have here must be a "harvest bagel." That's where they take yesterday's unsold bagels and, via a process more like sausage making than bakery, create a brand new kind of bagel, plain-looking but filled with unwanted memories, sort of a garage sale in your mouth. I don't think they actually put used teabags in there, but I wouldn't be too surprised.
Beware.
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