
A Fight To The Death for my Bagel
My husband and I were lucky enough to be invited by one of my favorite humans to share a few days at the top of this beautiful island. It is at least a four and a half hour drive from where I live, and so to my shame, the last time I visited it must have been at least four years ago. The thought of the journey is worse than the actual miles and the reward worth the dust on the car, so no excuse.
I found myself grateful, relaxed and alone embraced by a stunning start to the day on the beautiful Karikari peninsula wondering why it has been so long. I popped the kettle on and pushed a fat bagel into the thin space of the toaster and prayed I would not burn the batch down before I opened the ranch sliders and breathed in the heavy salt-laden air. I had intended to set up a folding chair but the view had held on, I heard the bagel pop up and gave silent thanks for the toasters resolve.

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