I made the world's ugliest bagels today. Georgie and I watched a little video yesterday about how bagels are made, and he got all excited about it. Of course, we make some.
I made the dough and let it rise overnight. This morning, I shaped the way-too-sticky globules into round-ish shapes and pretended they looked appetizing. I preheated the oven and set a pot of water to boil. Checked the instructions again. I was supposed to boil them, a couple at a time, for one minute. Flip and boil for another minute. Easy.
When the water came to a good boil, I slid the first couple of bagels into the bubbling water, hoping they would fill out and look less like grandpa raisin when they came out. I set the timer and waited. I have to tell you that 60 seconds is a long time to wait when you are just watching the clock. Flip. Wait. Wait. Wait. Want to scream.
It feels so long, but a minute is way too short to actually do anything. I can't leave the room. I can't start anything else. Forget about a quick bathroom break. After a few exhaustingly long minutes of staring at bursting bubbles in the pot, I was ready to try a different path. How much could I get done in a minute?
Turns out that a minute is just right for lots of kitchen chores. I can clean out a sink in a minute. Sweep one area of my kitchen floor. Chop a handful of walnuts. Unload one rack of the dishwasher. Clean one counter. It became a game of beat the clock and by the time all the bagels were boiled, my kitchen was looking pretty clean! I learned not to underestimate one minute, and not to wait to start a project until I have a big block of free minutes.
And I learned that even ugly bagels can be tasty.