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.

About peik

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.
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