I am a New Yorker.  I am an American, a Long Islander, a High School Graduate. But above all that, I am a New Yorker. New York is never dull and is always moving at light speed. Few things ever stay the same in New York. But some things are ingrained into the very fabric that makes up New York. Some things are a part of New York’s past, it’s future, and it’s present. It is part of the very blood that flows through the city veins, it is one of the many things that define New York City.

The bagel is the core of New York.

The history of the bagel is so intertwined with the history of New York that you can not tell the story of one without the other. New York is the key ingredient in Bagels. It is a well known fact that the farther you travel outside of the 5 Boroughs (And Long Island, Long Island takes pride in it’s bagels) the less likely you are to find a good bagel. If you can even find a bagel at all!

As a New Yorker it is my duty to understand the complex and varied history of the bagel. From it’s humble beginnings at the Sabbath table in Krakow, Poland, to it’s fame and glory when an astronaut brought a dozen bagels into space. A bagel is more then a mere morsel of food, it is more then yeast,honey and malt, it is a right of passage for every New Yorker. The bagel unites the melting pot of New York. Greeks, Spanish,Jews, Muslims etc, can all agree on the beauty of a good bagel! The bagel in it’s doughy glory is the glue of New York, it is the symbol of peace. Without bagels the entire city as we know it would cease to exist. It is the foundation of society, it is the matriarch of democracy, it is the very heart,soul, sweat and tears that defines our nation!

Pretty much I wanted to do this topic because I really like bagels.