This time he wanted to do something on his own initiative. Years ago I used to also make croissants for Friday dinner. But I figured that what with a potato pudding, the chicken soup and rice, baked cauliflower and chicken breasts in a tomato/onion sauce, that was enough for one meal. Irv's idea was that he wanted to make bagels.
Long ago, when the children were young I'd sometimes bake bagels. They're time-consuming since the risen dough shaped into loops must be briefly cooked in water before they're brushed with eggyolk and baked in the oven for the finished product. But it's been ages since I made them, and he decided he would do so himself. I offered to produce the bread dough for him, but he insisted this was to be his project.
So he looked up some bagel recipes and using his bread machine, made a suitable dough for the bagels. While that was doing we went out for our ravine walk. And what a miserable day that was ... damp with an icy wind that made it seem far colder than the minus-9 Celsius the thermometer had told us it was. Jack and Jill wore their boots which meant we didn't have to worry about their tiny feet freezing. The result was mad dashes and hysterical romps along the trail, as they enjoyed the snowy atmosphere, so amusing to watch, that we almost forgot how cold it was.
When we got back home, Irving set about the final stages of his bagel-making. I'm impressed by his determination; whenever he's interested in any type of process he tends to immerse himself in an information-gathering, experiential-protocol that invariably produces good results. His bagels were, in my opinion, pretty damn good. He'd gone out to a nearby bulk-food shop to get malt syrup, not wanting to miss any bets. And we enjoyed them at breakfast, this morning.
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