I love the “everything” part of an everything bagel. I love it so much that, when I’m done smooshing the bagel part into my mouth and notice the “everything” that’s been left behind on the plate, I suck the remaining cream cheese off of my greedy little fingers and use them to scrape up the “everything” until I’ve eaten every last seed/garlic/droplet of heaven. I’m pretty sure that there’s a metaphor in there. But I’ll have moved on to the rest of the “everything” in the world that I can’t get enough of by the time the carb coma has worn off enough to metaphor today.