September 11th always creeps up on me. Even saying the date out loud feels raw and prickly, even though I couldn't have been further removed from the events that took place eleven years ago. I had just started college a few days before, was living in a dorm without a TV, and at the time, had never even visited New York. But for the past four years, I've been in New York on September 11th and have witnessed the strength and perseverance - along with a heavy sadness that blankets the city. Last week I made homemade bagels. It was a quiet, overcast morning and I found comfort in making such a quintessentially New York delicacy. I didn't expect much - assuming that I'd need water from the east coast, a really hot oven, or some sort of special yeast - but I was pleasantly surprised. The outside had a fragile crispness, with a center that was chewy and flavorful. They took some time, but ultimately were worth the effort.
Homemade English Muffins
At brunch this past weekend, I ordered my usual Eggs Benedict, but noticed something new on the menu: it came with a homemade English Muffin. I wasn't sure if I'd even notice the difference, since it would be smothered in runny egg yolks, creamy sauce and a slab of ham. But ...read more