One day (and when I say one day, I mean this happens every day), I had a craving for a bagel. Alas, the only place in this country that sells fresh bagels is in the capital, 2 ½ hours away. Or so I have heard.
So I had to settle for second best. I went to the Supermercado Nacional near my house and bought a bag of sad looking bagels. These bagels had travelled all the way from Florida, which, while being the closest state to the DR, is still pretty far.
The internet I'm using is so slow, it would take me about 10 minutes to rotate the photo after having uploaded it. So I'm just not going to bother.
And while a fresh bagel doesn’t always need to be toasted, because it is fresh and delicious, these sad bagels just cannot be eaten in their non-toasted state.
Regrettably, there was no toaster on the premises (err... and when I say that, I mean in the apartment). However, there was a panini-maker.
So I put the sad bagel on the makeshift-toaster/panini-maker. After a few minutes, it was as close to decent as it would ever be. I then put some mantequilla de maní and sliced guineo on it, to make it look presentable.
It doesn’t look too too bad here… but…
However, upon starting to eat the sad bagel, there was no denying that it was just an imposter. Look at how flat it got, thanks to being smushed in a panini maker. Poor sad bagel.
Side note: From across the room, my host mom thought that I was putting slices of cheese on my bagel. Along with peanut butter. Eww eww no. Maybe cheese with sauce, if I were making a pizza bagel (oooh… that sounds like a good idea actually. Dinner tonight?), but cheese and peanut butter? I’m American but I have at least SOMEwhat of a culinary palette.
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