Day 124: Bageleggs

BageleggsWe played hard today. Awake at 6:30, we organized the basement (or disorganized it in an attempt to begin organizing), cleaned out a couple church sales (which contributed to the already dire basement situation), made peanut butter puffed wheat squares for my niece’s yard sale and lemonade stand, played in big buckets of water, jumped on the trampoline, had pizza and drank lemonade squeezed fresh to order using an antique juicer my sister picked up somewhere. It was the best lemonade stand in Calgary, with its pyramid of fresh lemons, sugar and pitcher of ice water, handmade signs, chocolate cupcakes and puffed wheat squares. I wish I had my camera.

Afterward, W slept right through dinnertime, woke up at 7 and still refused to get out of bed. I doctored up the leftover fusilli from last night, baking it with cheese to bring him up to share in bed. He had a meltdown that it wasn’t eggs and toast, so after briefly trying to explain that I wasn’t running a restaurant (it seems he doesn’t quite grasp the concept of eating out yet) I finally relented and made bageleggs.

We grew up with bageleggs. My mom started making them in Toronto, where there were bagel shops on every block. When we moved to Calgary in the late 70s, there was not a bagel to be had. My Toronto dentist had told me if I ate a bagel a day I would never need braces, and for awhile I thought this stupid new city where everyone wore cowboy hats and didn’t have swimming pools at school or know what a bagel was would force me into a headgear for a big chunk of my precious elementary school life. Then we found Bagels & Buns on 17th Avenue.

You make a bagelegg by slicing a bagel in half and putting it cut side down into some butter and oil in a hot skillet (a bit of both to keep the butter from burning, and because butter is delicious and oil is good for you) and breaking an egg into the middle. (Sometimes, when you get one of those bagels with hardly any hole, you need to tear it open a little.) Baste the top as it cooks, or flip it over easy; my method of choice. I haven’t had a bagelegg in years, and forgot how much I love them. The bottom gets all crunchy, and the sides of the bagel hole protect the yolk from breaking until you want it to.

(Of course I ate my way through half a pan of puffed wheat squares before we even got to the bageleggs.)


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6 comments on “Day 124: Bageleggs

  1. Janeen
    May 17, 2008 at 9:14 am

    Before reading your Blog I’d never heard of a Bagelegg, but I just made one and I LOVE IT. I like my bagel toasted before it hits the pan and the yoke comes out perfect every time. Thank you for this new breakfast favourite!

  2. Chris
    October 7, 2009 at 9:42 am

    Gosh dang, I’m glad I found this… googled bagelegg along with a few other word combos with no luck, emailed my dad to ask how to make them, then went back to searching and found this, they were yummy as heck aside for the yolk being slightly undercooked, I’ve turned away from runny yolk in my maturity… Don’t forget the cheese! Thanks Julie 😀

  3. angela
    October 25, 2009 at 9:38 pm

    yumm i love puff wheated squares. i use to eat my way through a pan of them in two days, so i can only make them a couple of times a year now. soo delish

  4. Laurie
    November 29, 2009 at 1:39 pm

    Wonderful idea!! Love it. Just telling my grandchildren I was going to make bageleggs got them all enthusiastic before I’d even started. That’s a new family classic, now.

    Hey,Julie, have you ever tried to make lox and bagels? It’s a breakfast I really love. I’d be interested to see your twist on it.

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