Last night I had a dream about bagels. I did not dream about the frozen kind one might buy at a Publix Grocery Store in Florida, but the fresh ones pulled from the bin at a bagelry in Upstate New York. I ate two plain toasted bagels in rapid succession. In this dream we were at an outside picnic where bagels were being served, and they had only one toaster oven for the entire crowd. I simply could not get enough. I decided to have a third bagel. I was embarrassed (there was a long line waiting for me to finish) but I knew it was my only chance to have a decent bagel again. Let them wait! They probably have bagels all the time. I have not had one in over 6 months. I split it open and baked it in the toaster oven, covered with NYS extra sharp cheddar cheese. I used white cheddar – not the artificially orange colored, mild cheese that purveyors down here try to pass off as cheddar. I wanted a bagel toasted crisp on the outside and soft in the middle. In my dream world the cheese is not simply melted; it is transformed into a golden brown, bubbly mass of yum. Of course it is best if baked long enough so the melted cheese oozes both down the middle hole of the bagel and down the sides to the bottom of the pan where it will fry up hard into a toasty, tasty mess. Then you can pull that cheese off the bottom of the bagel and eat it first. That is the best part as far as I am concerned. Anyway the crowd was getting restless, so I woke up. It was either wake up or pull the bagel out before it was ready. I have certain standards. I did not get to eat my perfect bagel. Sad. I could almost taste it.