My daughter, the typical Health-Conscious Teen Of Today (HCTOT), has passion for bagels. But not just ANY bagel; whole wheat ones that are ... of course,
Good for you. (Damn kid...)
Well, I will admit they are tasty. So delish in fact, hubby has a hard time finding them at the bakery. When he does, he brings home as many as he can.
Me, being the Health-Conscious Mother Of Today (HCMOT) [Hah!], threw them in the freezer after a few days so they'd stay fresh. But that didn't sit well with daughter, who insisted we keep them on the counter.
The battle begins.
I come out swinging, regaling daughter with stories of my childhood when decorative metal breadboxes were all the rage in every 1960's kitchen... beautiful on the outside, but they hid the terror of gross moldy loaves everyone forgot were in there.
It's no wonder I'm now obsessive about keeping all breads safe from fungus in our freezer.
Daughter counterpunches by insisting that the bagels are too hard to slice open when frozen.
I jab with a suggestion she mic them to soften before cutting.
She dodges, bobs and weaves at my solution, declaring that ruins them; making them tough.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The match is over and the ringside judges declare a TKO.
The bagels are sitting on the counter once again.
As a consolation prize, this morning I noticed another bag with a single bagel still remaining in the freezer, so I brought it to work. Lunchtime came and I couldn't wait to get to that chewy whole wheat treat. So I took a big bite and realized that yes, it HAD in fact gone stale.
Actually, it had passed Stale.
Stale was just a dot on the horizon, it was so far past...
AFTER I swallowed that first bite (of course), I see the evidence. The green and white spots of "fur" that had me gagging and reliving that breadbox nightmare from childhood.
I would have smugly told daughter "I told you so!"
... if I didn't feel like throwing up.
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