I regret to say that these pumpernickel bagels have been a year in the making on GVD. During my reader survey last year, a reader commented that he/she wanted a recipe for pumpernickel bagels and I was like YES. That does need to happen. And then I never did it (for shame, for shame).
But that has all changed as of today, about 378 days or so later. Better late than never when it comes to carb love, I say.
I almost didn’t post this recipe. I mean… let’s look at the photos. Ahem. Not my best work (breadsticks are REALLY REALLY not easy to photograph, you guys. Just saying).
But can you believe that there is only one other recipe for breadsticks on this blog, you know, the blog about bread? And believe it or not, the photos of those breadsticks are even worse (I’ll let you forage for that evidence if you dare).
But what we lack here in breadstick glamour shots is made up for in a recipe for garlic butter breadsticks that will blow. your. mind. And your tastebuds. That, at least, I can deliver.
NOTE: This is an updated version of an old recipe on the blog. Scroll to the bottom of this post for the new recipe!
‘Tis the season for friends and family. ‘Tis the season for turkey and stuffing. ‘Tis the season to give thanks. I’m giving thanks, in particular, for carbs and brown butter.
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. While every year for the past decade or so it has looked a little different in terms of company and location — sometimes it’s been with my family at my parents’ house; a few times, it was with our entire families, both sides, in our tiny 800-square-foot apartment in Iowa; a time or two, we had it at my husband’s parents’ place; and this year for the first time ever, we are having Thanksgiving at our home, just the three of us — the food remains a constant, and I love that about it.
There is always the turkey, obviously. There is always a can-shaped tower of cranberry sauce. There is always green bean casserole. And there are always rolls.
They’re not always these brown butter sweet potato buttermilk rolls, however, though I think they should be. And since I get to create my own traditions with our wee family unit this year, these rolls are becoming our permanent Thanksgiving fixture.
I’m writing this post as I head home from a very long, very full week. On Monday through Wednesday, I was a part of KitchenAid’s very first retreat in Chicago. On Thursday through Sunday, I attended (my very first) BlogHer Food. Between there, a ridiculously quick trip home to my parents in the Chi-town suburbs where they were taking care of my little girl for the week. I got a few kisses and hugs from her (actually, I lied about the kisses — she actively refused to give out any of those, being the lovably sassy toddler she is) just before I had to head back into the city.
It wasn’t enough, though, and while I am incredibly grateful and thankful to have had the opportunity to visit the city, learn, meet the wonderful people I work with and hang out with my very best blogging friends, I’m also very ready to be home. I need to refresh, recharge, rest in my own bed. I need to be a hermit for a bit. I need to hug my cat. You understand.