Remembering Giant bagels...

I am over at St Mark's now, and I just ate a giant bagel. I recorded this dutifully in my (sigh) Weight Watchers journal: 5 points. I justify eating a bagel (plain, toasted, cut in 4's) today because my stomach is back to feeling a bit "off" from Thursday night's digestive episode.

And now the free association begins: Giant Bagel was a name of a bagel shop around the corner from the Strand. We'd do breakfast runs there all the time. I once asked the counter guy for a phone number. He was a bit taken aback: "My phone number?" Um, no, sorry, the phone number of the shop. I figured it would be easier to call in for orders ahead of time.

Although the major supermarket chain where I grew up was called Giant Food, I don't recall we ever got bagels there. My parents were major bagel snobs and would never buy a bagel from a supermarket, not even Lender's bagels. That's what you get for having one parent from Brooklyn and the other from southern Connecticut, I guess. No, instead they drove all the way down to this place called Bagel City to pick up their bagels. This place is still as good as it ever was. I'm partial to their black and white bagels, which are made of pumpernickel and plain bagel doughs twisted together.

Back to today's recovery: I brought some crystallized ginger with me to help with the stomach weirdness. It does seem to work, and is a lot less disruptive (and sugary) to my stomach than ginger ale.