for those of you who maybe don’t know me well, i have a confession to share: i love bagels and i love cream cheese and i love them even more when they’re together. i don’t know when my obsession really started, but it’s been around for ages. i remember even back in college when i’d have breakfast with kari and brett on tuesday and thursday mornings before class. we’d meet up at snelling hall on uga’s campus for a quick bite to eat. i would get a couple of scrambled eggs, some fruit, and then half a bagel. now, like many restaurant establishments, snelling provided the little philadelphia cream cheese single-serve tubs for use. most normal human beings might use the logic that “since i have half a bagel, i only need half the tub of cream cheese.” well, no such logic exists in my world. i shamelessly smothered that half bagel with ALL the cream cheese for the tub and enjoyed every single bite. the 1:1 ratio of bagel to cream cheese was the best part of my morning.
well, i’m happy to report i have yet to outgrow this appetite obsession. ask anyone around me and they’ll tell you the same. these days, though, without a dining hall to satisfy my bagel-cream cheese cravings, i stop about once a week at goldberg’s. it just happens to be on the right side of the road on my drive into work; it’s a miracle i don’t stop in there more, actually.
anyway, i typically order an egg bagel toasted with plain cream cheese. this might not sound so exciting, but trust me when i say that EGG BAGELS ARE EVERYTHING. anyway, a couple weeks ago i made my regular stop, ordered my regular order, but was slightly disappointed when i got to the office and opened the bag. there was a measly spread of cream cheese between the two slices of bagel, and it nearly ruined my morning. okay, that is an exaggeration; i still enjoyed the bagel, but it was obvious with each bite that there should have been more cream cheese.
so, this past friday i stopped in as i usually do and when they took my order, i said, “now, last time i ordered the cream cheese was a bit skimpy. this time can you be sure there’s a generous amount on there?” after asking i held my breath, slightly terrified the employee was going to judge me and then proceed to talk about me to everyone the moment i left the restaurant. however, a smile grew on her face and she said, “i’ll be sure to take care of you.”
i thanked her, waited at the check-out line, and paid. once the bagel was ready, she reached over the counter to hand it to me and i was instantly satisfied. wait, how could i know, without opening the bag, that she had done me right? i’ll tell you how. the bag felt heavy. oh yes, i knew she had heard a sister’s cry for cream cheese and delivered!
see? look at that cream cheese to bagel ratio. nearly equal, as it should be.
then, then! the real test was passed. you always know you have the right amount of cream cheese on a bagel when you can see your teeth marks in the cream cheese after taking a bite. i was in heaven!
do i really think i’ll ever outgrow my cream cheese-bagel obsession? likely not. in fact, i hope i pass it down to my children! if you’ve got any good bagel suggestions that would rock my world, i would love to hear them. this request especially goes to my friend jamie who is on a one-man mission to try new bagels and cream cheeses in his town of new york city. you go, boy!