greetings from jersey.
What you see before you is my first real bagel since December, which was the last time I was back east. My amazing mom always has a big brown bag of fresh, chewy, perfectly made bagels waiting for me when I come back to Jersey. Maybe all that cream cheese and the blurry picture doesn't look that great to you, but it's heaven to me. I head into NYC tomorrow and I might just have to smuggle a bag of H&M bagels back to San Francisco. Than I can gather all of my ex-east coaster friends and have a little bagel love party. If I do move back east I swear it will be the pizza and bagels that bring me back, and of course my friends and family (that goes without saying, right?).