Happy National Bagelfest!

I love me some bagels. The great thing about a bagel is it is completely versatile, but it's also delicious on it's own. It can be completely extravagant, or very plain. You can order a Russ & Daughters bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon in New York (arguably one of the best bagels on earth), or you can stuff a plain bagel in your coat pocket and pull off little pieces on your way to class.

May all-time favorite bagel is a cinnamon and sugar bagel . I like to toast it and smear butter and peanut butter in between so it gets all melty and delicious. It's the greatest bagel on earth!

Today is National Bagelfest. A day where we celebrate this wondering carbolicious treat.

What's your favorite bagel and what do you put on it?

My favorite breakfast...

My favorite thing to eat for breakfast has to be biscuits and gravy. I love it. 

Obviously, this isn't something that you could eat everyday, but that doesn't mean I don't crave it almost as much.

There's something about a fresh, pillowy biscuit, topped with creamy, sausage-gravy that just makes me so so so so happy. My mom used to make it for us all of the time. I've actually never had the biscuits and gravy from the restaurant in the video, but I thought this was the best representation of how amazing this dish really is...

Bread. I am inspired.

I love this. It inspires me to be passionate about something. It kind of makes me want to open a small restaurant that specializes in doing one thing really well. 

Ruth's Chris Steakhouse

This weekend I had a steak. It was delicious. You should try Ruth's Chris.

Filet.

Kirbs

Kirby Yardley is awesome everyday and twice on Sunday. He can cook and grow a mean beard. He knows how to "suit up" when needed, and looks great in flannel -as you can see. 


I dare you to disagree.

Animal Style

I discovered "animal style" fries at In N Out this weekend. Actually, I've always known about them, but this time I actually tried them. And guess what? They're disgustingly delicious. You are literally disgusted at what you're putting in your mouth, but it is so delicious that you keep going, and going, and going, until you've finished your basket of fries and then you volunteer to eat the other half of your wife's. I'm ashamed.

I think a really skinny person with great metabolism came up with this idea of putting cheese, grilled onions, and spread on a pile of perfectly unhealthy french fries; someone unsatisfied with the already heart-clogging effects of grease-cooked strips of potato.
Animal Style fries have won my heart, it'd be nice if they were actually good for it.

Ceviche: I tried something new and it paid off...

Last week I had the wonderful privileged of spending a few fun-filled days in Kauai with my wife and her family. It was the most beautiful place I've ever visited, to say the least. Along with the beautiful beaches, jungles, and oceans, there was amazing cuisine as well. And when you go to Hawaii you know that there's at least one thing that they do very well: FISH.

I've never been much of a fish-lover. I mean, I really like lobster and crab, but I can't do trout, salmon, and some of the other "fishy" fish. That salty taste of the sea just doesn't sing to my tastebuds like it does some people. It actually boggles my mind that some people love the taste of fishy-ness. I'm not so sure I ever will. Even when a caesar salad is particularly sardiney, I can't really handle it. I'm a wuss, whatever.

Anyway, one night we ate at a nice restaurant in Koloa called The Beach House. This place specialized in super-fresh, local fish so they had a lot of good dishes. One of the best decisions we made that night was to order the ceviche. Now, if you've never heard of ceviche it's basically a Central American dish made of raw fish, marinated in lime juice, and mixed with tons of different herbs, spices, and vegetables. Things like: Onions, tomatoes, and cilantro. 

It totally sounds weird, but it was absolutely INCREDIBLE! It was one of the best things I tried in Hawaii. It was so fresh and delicious, and wasn't fishy at all. I probably would have never ordered it on my own, so I'm thankful for my father-in-law for having a little more broader taste than me.

The moral of the story: try new things! Except blood sausage, I'm probably not trying that. Or tripe either. Gross.

 But I have definitely decided to be more adventurous because of this experience. And for that I say, "Thank you, ceviche. You are delicious and I love you."