A Belly-Busting Addiction

Boy, Oh Boichik Bagels

My pandemic addition

Here in the Bay Area, sitting out the pandemic, I developed a belly-busting addiction.

It’s surprising it’s taken so long. After all, I’m a native New Yorker, the daughter of native New Yorkers, the granddaughter of Eastern European Jewish immigrants.

Experts say addictions run in families. They’re in the genes. And even if the addiction is not genetic, it’s certainly been breeding in my natural habitat, nurtured weekly over Sunday brunch.

In my case, it took 66 years. But happen it has.

My addiction? Bagels. I have to have them. Often twice a day.

And I’m not just hooked on any bagels. I’m addicted to $3-a-bagel bagels!

Boy, Oh, Boichik Bagels

It started innocently enough. I received a dozen as a birthday gift. I never would have spent so much on my own. So expensive! Such indulgence! But once gifted, I was hooked. They really are the tastiest bagels I’ve eaten this side of the Mississippi. This side of the Hudson River, in fact.

Yet what would my grandmother say if she knew I’m shelling out $3 for a bagel — and not just for plain bagels, but for bagels with “everything.” Or worse yet, cinnamon-raisin bagels. If she was alive, Grandma would call a doctor first. Then her rabbi, bemoaning the bagel heretic in the family.

My bagel profligacy would spark a family crisis.

Grandma would chide — no, upbraid — my mother for her faulty childrearing ways. In turn, my mother would blame my grandmother, pointing out she was the one who bought my first lollipop, thus cultivating my taste for sweets and this unnatural desire for the unbagel-y cinnamon-raisin bagel.

My Belly-Busting Addiction

I try to cut back. Each day I try to eat only half a bagel at breakfast and save the second half for lunch. But if the bagel has a topping, as is the case with an “everything,” how to decide which half to eat first — the top or the bottom? Cutting a bagel horizontally first, then vertically, seems complicated, and also just wrong. And, honestly, I lack the control to eat half.

Bagels are like potato chips. You cannot stop. Or, at least, I cannot.

Supermarket bagels are less expensive but don’t cut it — even if they are pre-cut. They’re too sweet. Or too soft. Or too meh.

Sometimes I buy bagels at another bagel shop that sells them for a “mere” $2 apiece, but they don’t compare. So I’m stuck with my costly faves.

Order Disorder

I try limiting myself to a once-a-month online purchase of two dozen-ish. But the order rarely lasts that long. I fight the urge to reorder, failing, of course.

But please don’t think I am completely out of control. Not so.

I am absolutely strategic when ordering with an eye to a proper selection balance. How many everything bagels? How many cinnamon-raisin? And how many salt bagels for my husband? Ditto plain, sesame seed, poppyseed, and pumpernickel.

It’s a complex epicurean and math equation — so complex it would have taxed even the bellies and minds of Einstein and Hawkins (if Hawkins had been Jewish and liked bagels and lox).

Lox! That’s when I realize I’ve forgotten the lox and cream cheese!

Error corrected, exhausted, I finally hit the “pay” button, trying not to look at the total price for my shameful addiction. I don’t need to. I know it’s a lot of money.

What’s a Bagel Fan-atic To Do?

As the granddaughter of immigrants, I know I am a poor reflection of their frugality and hard work. But, in my defense, I ask: Is it my fault that they raised me to love good bagels?

I don’t just worry about the cost. I also worry about the calories. Where will this belly-busting profligacy lead? Recently I read about Bubbie’s Bagel Scooper which scrapes out the inside bread part of a bagel, leaving you with just the crusty exterior and thereby reducing the calories. It’s an idea, but I think I’ll pass. When I eat bagels, I’m in for the full enchilada. I mean the full schmear!

So, I take solace. After all, bagels and guilt are my heritage. Both worked for my Grandma, and with both, she managed a budget and cared for her family through times of plenty and times of worry. Likewise, those traits and those foods are working fine for me too!

Now, time to set the table for Sunday brunch. My belly-busting bagel delivery and the family are arriving soon.

2 replies
  1. Andrea Serra
    Andrea Serra says:

    Sounds like I am the guilty bagel pusher! For your next birthday I will get you a stint in Bagel Rehab and then you can join BEA (Bagel Eaters Anonymous). And you are right about the genes, as I also love the salt bagels the best.

    • Karen Galatz
      Karen Galatz says:

      Yes, you were the one who got us all hooked on Boichiks! And we are, of course, grateful. Bagel Rehab and BEA sounds like a sound and hilarious plan, you salty soul!


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