Bialy

That there are no bialys in Białystok is a shanda—a shame. It isn’t a fun story. Lost to the Holocaust along with its bakers, the flat onion and poppy seed bread has since predominantly only existed in exile on America’s East Coast, in New York and New Jersey. Please bear with me while I pick a bone with the way we’ve been treating the bialy, disrespecting it from the moment it leaves the oven, soft and crisp. Bialys—short for Bialystoker kuchen—are the misclassified stepchild