Bagel Bites

My parents never really bought the microwavable stuff when we were little. They still don't. In fact, we didn't have a microwave for the longest time... maybe not until I was 13? 14? That's when we got the dual function microwave/toaster oven. We mainly got it for its latter function, though.

And welcome to the open kitchen... where there are Bagel Bites. Tiny flavor-packed morsels with "real cheese!" (as advertised on the front of the cardboard box). Something about soccer moms endorsing the product makes me feel better about eating it because it's what they feed their little champions (maybe I'll grow up to be big and strong just like them!). I had first wandered into the kitchen, hoping for a bowl of cereal or something to tie me over until I went to bed. Then I was cold and decided upon something warm. I could eat oatmeal, but that was either too plain or too sweet. I wanted savory. I searched the back "student" fridge, where the freezer had everything I could ever want to satisfy my savory craving: zucchini fritters, mozzerella sticks, whole pizzas... and bagel bites. Ready after two minutes and fifteen seconds in the microwave (on the crisping tray!), I popped four of those tasty little bites into my mouth and finished them in about the same amount of time that it took for them to get ready.

That satisfied all of my wants from childhood.

Which were non-existent, with regards to microwavable food.

Oh, Bagel Bites. Corrupting the minds of soccer kids and soccer moms with your zesty tomato sauce and salty cheese on a spongy "bagel..."

I want more.