Just don’t call it a bagel. It’s fluffy, domed and dimpled

Just don’t call it a bagel. It’s fluffy, domed and dimpled
A new L.A. fluffy bagel, left, and the traditional version.
(Karen Stabiner)

Just don’t call it a bagel. Its fluffy, domed and dimpled

Op-Ed

Karen Stabiner April 8, 2024

Bagels are under siege, and if you need proof, I offer a single word: Airy.

Bagels, which have always been synonymous with chewy, have recently been described approvingly as airy on both coasts and in Canada.

Also, fluffy.

And because they are, they risk losing another defining characteristic, along with the chew. Some of them not all, but some no longer have a hole in the center, which raises the existential question, when does a bagel cease to be a bagel and become another kind of bread?

Not yet, it seems, given the adulatory coverage of what could become the new normal.

Im staring at a fluffy specimen at a neighborhood bagel spot so popular that I drove by multiple times in search of a window when there werent 20 people in line. Reasonable breakfast and brunch times were impossible, so one morning I showed up at the door five minutes after the place opened, when there were only three people ahead of me.

Finally,

I considered my prize. It had a suspiciously domed profile, as opposed to the real thing, which more closely resembles a hockey puck. The apex of the dome bounced back when I pressed it, a yeasty little trampoline. Must be all that airiness trapped inside, I thought.

And trapped it was, because this bagel had no hole. It had a dimple, but I couldnt poke through the indentation to the other side. Cant twirl this kind of bagel on your finger, not that you would, but you should be able to, if it lived up to its name.

Dont get me wrong. My breakfast order was delicious; not only was it airy verging on lofty, it was sourdough, strongly so. Id gladly make a sandwich with it, maybe even deflate its loft into a bagel/panini hybrid. It could be croutons once its stale. Id buy it again.

But it is not a bagel. Squishy, hole-less its the end of the world as we know it. And I do not feel fine.

I am not being nostalgic here. There are practical reasons for a bagels texture and hole. The dense structure holds up to toppings in a way softer, lighter bagel

s dodoes

not. And the hole means increased surface area, which means no soggy center and more crust per bite. Airiness messes with a bagels very DNA, and long-term, with its identity. Enough of these aerated products and we might start to think that a true bagel is not the real thing.

Over the last several years theres been an ongoing debate about culinary cultural appropriation, grounded in a history of white chefs commandeering ethnic cuisines, putting ethnic chefs at a disadvantage in what is already a wildly competitive profession. This isnt that; the bakers behind the new bagel are a diverse bunch, some with Eastern European roots, like the bagel itself, and others, not. They talk about the Los Angeles bagel, a proud mix of then and now, testimony to the citys cuisine without borders.

And while I keep a concerned eye on the trend, at least it is the product of creative innovation. The troubling cloud on the bagel horizon is cast by none other than Philadelphia Cream Cheese, the long

time other half of bagel and schmear, which has rolled out Philly Bagel Wholes in partnership with bagel bakers nationwide and in Canada an equally dimpled if more puck-like item whose slogan is, Now theres more room for Philly. More surface area requires more cream cheese; the inspiration, here, is the bottom line.

Id like to suggest that serious bakers and bagel fans can have it all, preserve the old and celebrate

the new.

Eleven years ago, New York-based pastry chef Dominique Ansel announced the birth of the Cronut, a trademarked combination of the croissant and the

doughnut?donut

that replaced neither; it was its own new entity. He wasnt muddying the waters, just paddling out further, to a unique pastry with a unique name.

We can do that

,

too   agree that whatever that thing in front of me was, it

wasn’t

a bagel, and market its distinct identity in a way that doesnt cancel out its heritage. In my family, we refer to inflated bagel variants as a brioche in a bagel costume, which seems a promising place to start. We can create a mashup. We can update the terminology.

Order a briogel with schmear. Ask for an everything bagoche. But leave the bagel alone.

Karen Stabiner’s most recent book is “Generation Chef: Risking It All for a New American Dream.”

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