...and I have a crippling addiction to smoked salmon.
Cold smoked, hot smoked, it don't matter. I cannot get enough of the stuff.
I polished off a bagel and cream cheese along with a solid expensive chunk of hot smoked salmon for dinner today. It was SO good, SO GOOD, that it is now burned into my memory. The fragrant smokiness, the tender texture of the middle contrasting with the slight chewiness of the smoke ring, matching up perfectly with the bagel's smokey crust hiding a soft pillowy interior (cuz montreal bagels are baked/smoked in a wood-fired oven) and the decadent cream cheese as well.... holy shit. To say it was glorious would be a gross understatement.
It was the kinda thing you eat when you sit down to a meal with God at his palatial estate beyond the pearly gates and get served by some pissant lesser angel named Percival, wearing a tuxedo and referring to you directly as "sir".
"Would sir like another bagel?"
Dammit, why do i have to like expensive things? :(
Cold smoked, hot smoked, it don't matter. I cannot get enough of the stuff.
I polished off a bagel and cream cheese along with a solid expensive chunk of hot smoked salmon for dinner today. It was SO good, SO GOOD, that it is now burned into my memory. The fragrant smokiness, the tender texture of the middle contrasting with the slight chewiness of the smoke ring, matching up perfectly with the bagel's smokey crust hiding a soft pillowy interior (cuz montreal bagels are baked/smoked in a wood-fired oven) and the decadent cream cheese as well.... holy shit. To say it was glorious would be a gross understatement.
It was the kinda thing you eat when you sit down to a meal with God at his palatial estate beyond the pearly gates and get served by some pissant lesser angel named Percival, wearing a tuxedo and referring to you directly as "sir".
"Would sir like another bagel?"
Dammit, why do i have to like expensive things? :(

