Last weekend, a few friends and I went out to Ithaca to visit with Julie. I hadn't been to Ithaca in years, and it was so nice to go back and spend the day there. We went to lunch, visited the annual library sale (where I bought a few fun new cookbooks for a song), walked around the commons, and ate cheese fondue. It was pretty much a perfect day except that I didn't get a pumpkin bagel. We had gone to the Ithaca Baking Company for lunch and although my pear and blue cheese sandwich with thyme-infused balsamic was amazing, I was jealous of Julie's toasted pumpkin bagel slathered with Nutella. We went back a little later to get drinks for our walk back to Julie's (their Fall chai, which involves apple cider, still haunts me) and I attempted to buy a few bagels to bring home, but they unfortunately had none left. It didn't take me very long to decide that I'd just have to make my own, the very next day.