Pork Memoir

Happy to be this week's contribution to Pork Memoirs, a blog curated by my friend Jeff, whose research on the pork industry in Israel is going to blow minds near and far.

Check out my piece here:

Number One was classically simple: a bagel, defrosted from the freezer, sliced, toasted, buttered, topped with plain Boar’s Head ham (honey-glazed ham was a sophistication I abhorred) and a slice of Kraft American cheese. The final product was then microwaved for exactly 27 seconds. Often times, if a commercial were showing while my breakfast was being constructed, I would saunter into the kitchen and, like a foreman overseeing a time-sensitive project, I’d micromanage the process if I felt my mother had become too engrossed with selfish tasks like making coffee for herself.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Number One held binary attributes of divinity because it was also the jersey number of Warren Moon, the star quarterback for the Houston Oilers and the very hero of my childhood.