Bagel Bites For The Win!!!
Last night I decided it was time. Time for what? you may ask. Time for Bagel Bites. Dammit.
Court and I journeyed to Costco a couple nights ago and aside from losing my stereo face (I don’t wanna talk about it) it was a good trip. We ate Costco food…I had a polish sausage! It was not pretty to watch, but I ate it. We also split a churro for dessert which was very difficult to maneuver and very messy, but yummilicious just the same. Can you tell my diet theory has been drop kicked into the wind?
So, we got Bagel Bites. And then I drove Court to the airport so he could go galavanting off to Omaha (somewhere in the middle of America, so says Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows) and leave me here to fend for myself against the elements. The elements are, of course, needy whiny cat #1 and diaper wearing needy don’t want her pills cat #2. After a full day of chasing (ok just meandering behind) the diaper wearing Mommy Cat (to remove said diaper when she approached a litter box and of course put it on immediately after box usage), I was pooped and hungry! So I preheated the oven to 450 and while it was heating, contemplated the odds that I could eat what I was about to make.
15 minutes after inserting those frozen goodies into the oven, I faced my demons. Okay. Not really. I had to wait about 15 more minutes until I knew the bagel bites would not stick to the top of my numb mouth and burn me to death. But then…I warmed up the old jaw…couple of pre-insertion stretches…and voila! Bagel Bite in, bitten in half, no big mess…VICTORY!!!!
Having written this post now I’m thinking I should try it again. Teehee. There will be no Bagel Bites left when Court gets home. That’s what he gets for leaving!! *insert evil laugh here* Bwa-hahahaha