When life hands you bagels, make bagelade

So I’ve been trying to come up with ideas for how to use all those bagels I inadvertently bought my parents. They could pass string through the holes and hang them on their balcony as edible bird feeders. They could dip them in lead and use them as free weights. They could … oh, hell, they could just freeze the damn things and eat them for the next 12 months.