Bagels did NOT turn out quite right. But then, because of me, we did NOT follow the directions, as one would think we had, looking at D assiduously studying them here.
He decided to start this rather lengthy process just before my dinner preparations were to commence. I intervened, I'm sorry to say, before the bagels could be formed and subsequently placed into the refrigerator to gently rise overnight. Instead, I put the whole dough business in a plastic bag and shoved it in the ice box (where did that phrase come from? hello, Grandma . . .), thinking it was the dough, not the bagels themselves, that needed resting.
Anyway, they came out rather . . . odd.
boiling for 2 min a side, before
going into a 500°F oven
The best of the bunch, pictured below. I understand they don't taste too bad, and certainly better than what passes for same around this latitude.
••• Lone bird, in 10°F weather . . . The beginning of a new week in a new decade. 2010, twenty-ten, I can't wait to begin again.