I was at Einstein Bros. Bagels yesterday to get my "usual"—the sandwich I've been ordering there since I was 18 and was finally allowed to leave my high school campus during free periods. (The usual, if you are curious, is a sesame bagel with hummus that is spreadable rather than dippable, lettuce, cucumber, and roasted red pepper.) In the bagel case, I saw red-and-white candy cane bagels, and I found them, frankly, to be kitschy cool. Yes, it's now a little late, but they would have been the perfect Christmakkuh accessory. They can be torn like challah, shmeared with plain cream cheese, and hung on a tree, although probably not in that order. Available for the next few days,...
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A Candy Cane-Trimmed Tree. Photo by PugnoM. I saw The Nutcracker last night, and seeing tutu-clad sugarplums, shimmying Arabian coffee, and pirouetting marzipan reminded that somehow everything at Christmas is so delectable—so edible. When I wish for a white Christmas, I hope for a snow shower of sugar to cover my table, more than a blanket of frozen water to shroud my house. So, in the spirit of making this year an edible Christmas and of living in my own candyland, I want every ornament on my tree to be fit for consumption. I am going to hang gingerbread men (not fatally), with their wry, white smiles and buttoned-up demeanors. A few branches to the left I'll place a...
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