There will be words to accompany these pictures, dear friends, just as soon as I get my blogging sea legs back. I wonder if maybe eating a bialy will help me get my strength back. 
In the meantime, I’ve made a whole photodocumentary of the process. Look upon my works, ye mighty, and, uh, just try to stay awake.
Damn, I miss Bialys. They are not to be found in Central Alberta. Now, I am not sure I miss them enough to make them, but mebbe…
Happy New Year Bakerina.
ohhhhhhhhhh YUMMO, I swear, I will need to diet after looking at your blog posts!!
This post, brief as it is, reminds me of why I love you.
I love Bialys! I haven’t had a decent one since I moved from the East to the West Coast. Thank you for the nostalgia!
No bialy in the ‘burgh. Not that I have found. And I adore them so.
Great photos…this looks delicious ! 
Now I am hungry.
My emotions on viewing this post range from shame to jealousy and then settle on your basic bialy-lust-craving. I too love bialys far, far more than bagels. And here I am, filled with shame, supposedly a nice Jewish girl (well, anyway, I’m Jewish and a girl, that’s two out of three) and have I ever baked my own bialys? I don’t think we need explore that question any further. Jealousy, well, because now you have all those bialys and I don’t. And the bialy-lust-craving is, I would hope, self-explanatory.