Somewhere west of the Delaware Water Gap, people start futzing with this masterpiece in multiple ways.
- They stop boiling their bagels. (Bagels are boiled. A roll with a hole in the middle is a roll with a hole in the middle.)
- They have no idea what Taylor ham is. (Taylor ham is not pork in its natural state - it is extruded and processed and all kinds of nasty stuff that I don't want to imagine, but it's greasy saltiness is key to the successful and authentic breakfast sandwich.)
- They start making egg sandwiches with scrambled eggs. (I know of a perfectly nice girl with a bagel shop in Oregon who actually microwaves scrambled eggs for her breakfast sandwiches - They turn a strange shade of gray in the middle during the process, and nobody seems to mind...)
- They stop asking if you want "saltpepperketchup?" - and (gasp) actually put MAYO on an egg sandwich. (I remember once sitting at a bagel shop in Vancouver (WA) while I was pregnant with Mags and realizing that my breakfast had mayonnaise on it. It was a slow realization - "Hmm, there's something creamy on my egg sandwich. It can't be that the cheese melted that much... It doesn't seem to have much taste... I wonder... MOTHER OF GOD, THERE IS MAYO ON MY SANDWICH.")
I love the Pacific Northwest. We've got salmon, microbrews, pinot noir, coffee - and those four things are reason enough to stay here forever. (Although I find this nearly impossible to believe, it is true that in NJ, my parents have to drive for half an hour to find a Starbucks!) But, in my humble opinion, we have a gaping hole in breakfast cuisine out here. There is a place in Portland where they actually sell Taylor ham. While I will likely never buy it (it would be too much of a good thing), it's comforting to know that I could...
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