Carbivore

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no stranger to getting stuck in routines, and all my life I have always loved bagels. I feel as though– much like with all the cats that have come and gone– I can divvy up the eras of my life based on what kind of bagel I was into at that given time period.
When I was a kid I was all over onion bagels. Kinda boring, but my taste buds were just beginning to flourish, so gimme a break! We were also poor and lived in a tiny, rural town so this was the only time of my life that I tolerated frozen, pre-sliced bagels. But, the excitement of opening the freezer and having that cold, onion-y smell waft out at me is a treasured memory, nonetheless!
In my late teens and around the same time I discovered balsamic vinegar I had a short stint with bagel sandwiches. I didn’t really care what kind of bagel it was on, as long as it was slathered in vinegar, sprouts and avocado.
During the obligatory transition between community college and “someday I’ll go back,” I worked at a cafe that had wheat bagels that were unrealistically yummy. I know, sounds about as exciting as an onion bagel, right? But I’d always put a thin layer of cream cheese, smushed avocado and salt + pepper on top. I don’t know what it was about the wheat ones, but they were the best. Mmm… I can almost taste it now, and it tastes like me when I was 20 years old. Pleah!
Also, before I move on, I’m pretty sure my co-workers at said cafe grew concerned about my bagel intake during those days and may have been plotting an intervention… Haters gonna hate, or what?

Then, when I actually did go back to college, it was all cinnamon raisin bagels with butter and a side of fake bacon. Every day that I could, I most certainly would. For months. I’ve always had a palate for the sweet + salty combo and this was simply as good as it gets.
And don’t mistake that drink for OJ– oh no! The same housemate that got me hooked on fake bacon also had a hand in my addiction to Pineapple Orange Banana juice, another food item I associate with those days.


Now that I work in a grocery store I find myself hypnotized by the jalapeno and cheese bagels that magically appear in the bakery just as I’m about to take my lunch break. Please don’t ask me to recount how many I’ve consumed in the month I’ve been employed there… I don’t even want to know!
So, friends, what’s your favorite bagel? Or, if you’re not a bagel person, has there been a food that followed you around your entire life?
Kim is a true blue carbivore, from her head down to her legs.
This post also could’ve been about potatoes.































