just one more reminder of growing up!

The pre-teen years can be a “joy” as one navigates through the waters of growing up. As I was the child of an obsessive dieter, I found my relationship with food to be remarkably interesting.

My ally was my dad. He would always buy an extra bag of French fries from McDonald’s for the trip home with the shared secret we would not tell mom. Ok, she was too smart, and she knew we did it despite hiding the empty bag!

I was an active kid with a myriad of physical activities from diving lessons in the summer and ice skating in the winter, so extra calories were not an issue at the time. The best kept “secret” from mom was when the bagel shop opened at our local mall. Dad and I loved to stop by for a pizza bagel which always included sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. It was heaven on a bagel.

This was a simple treat from my childhood that I decided to recreate in the Carondelet Kitchen. I can’t believe it has taken me this long to avoid the frozen ones at the grocery store and get back to making my own!