- Wed Oct 06, 2021 2:17 pm
Oh... That bagel... What a bloody good bagel. Y'know, it brings back memories, that bagel does. My grandma would always make us fresh bagels when we were younger. Slathered with cream cheese and smoked salmon. She had a smoker in her garden, and that salmon was one of the most amazing things I'd ever eaten, but then put it on the bagel? Brilliant. Gordon Ramsay wouldn't have a single bad thing to say about those bagels. Unfortunately, the next year, my brother, whilst eating a bagel, fell victim to a drive-by shooting and was shot 79 times in the chest. It was horrific. Blood everywhere. Grandma was outside at the smoker. I called 999 as fast as I could, and they promised an ambulance in 3-5 working days. It took 6. He then made a full recovery in 5 hours. But walking from the ward to the exit, he slipped on a banana peel and fell 40 centimetres to his death from a ground floor window. But those bagels were really good, I ate 3 when I got back to Grandma's. 25 years later, she died of electric shock after plugging in a faulty toaster. At 124 years old, she was struck down in the prime of her life. Fast forward 3 years. Back to now. These bagels are almost as good as hers. They bring tears to my eyes, make me moan, make me cry, missing my grandma. Come back, I thought in my head, come back Grandma.