Our family used to have bagels on a weekly basis – Sunday morning. I had half a bagel in the freezer and looked forward to eating it after it thawed. I toasted it perfectly for me, lightly browned and slightly crisp. I spread a little butter on it and used up the last of the cream cheese. I spotted the Everything Bagel label in the spice rack, knowing the Everything word was much smaller than Bagel. The “B” was BIG. I shook it vigorously over the bagel. Luckily the bottle was almost empty, because what came out was decidedly green. I had a lovely bagel, now green with ground BASIL! Ugh! I shook off as much as I could and sprinkled Everything Bagel liberally. It was probably the worst bagel I’ve ever had, but it was edible. From now on I’ll wear glasses and turn on a light before retrieving a bottle from that dark cabinet. As proved today, getting old can be quite amusing.