Tuesday, January 7, 2014

guilty, greasy pleasure



There is this thing I have to do whenever I'm back in New England, and it's rather gross but it sends me over the moon with nostalgia. When I was living in Providence and dragging my steel-toed boots to class at Rhode Island School of Design, food was not a priority— apart from a brief obsession with all manner of dumplings after deciding that the concept of little pillows of food was edible perfection. This epiphany hit me at three in the morning at the ceramic studio while I was terribly sleep deprived and had been desperately trying to centre a lump of clay on a wheel for longer than I will admit to. Oddly enough, that night while driving home and mentally constructing my dumpling diet, I witnessed the kidnapping of a Mr. Potato Head sculpture downtown— but that's another story.

Until I moved to Providence, I had never been to a Dunkin' Donuts and was unaware of the wonders of their breakfast sandwich. This was a most marvellous thing for a teenager on her own: a garlicky "everything" bagel with an unnaturally smooth egg and a greasy slab of sausage. It was this sandwich and copious amounts of coffee that powered me through my classes.



Now this, mind you, is not from Dunkin' Donuts, but a café called Winnipesaukee Baygulls in Moultonborough. Oh how it took me back...

4 comments:

Joy said...

Afiyet olsun! I just made a second batch of everything bagels at home last night! Bagels seem to be such an American thing...surprisingly! :-) I almost wish I could transplant Tribeca from Istanbul to here.

szaza said...

Thank you! I love bagels— Tribeca does a pretty good job at them, don't they?

Sue Pownall said...

Ewww.

szaza said...

No! No ew— I tell you, it's oh-so-good :)