I'm afraid I'll have to preface this entire bagel nosh extravaganza with an explanation. Maybe even a defensive monologue? At the very least I'll hit the 'publish post' button and scamper for cover, wading through my blanketed bed to nestle between the sheets where the condemnation has no hope of finding me. Because, frankly? I'm fucking busy. And my cash flow situation? Pretty stagnant. So what does this mean - besides lack of quality sleep and and a sorely suffering Spring wardrobe? It means I was in the delightful state of mind to concoct Gluten Free Dairy Free Bagels from Pamela's bread mix. Yeeeehaaaaa.
will now deliver scrumptious pumpkin breads and blueberry strewn loafs instead of thick, rustic sandwich slices. This review is either going to be short and sweet or a horrible mess of rambling because, really, how many ways can I say that 