Baking Bialys, Pursuing Perfection: A Father's Day story from Emily Teel

Father’s Day is coming up, and the Spring issue of Sift magazine includes a story of a dad, his baking, and its power to change a life. 

Food writer Emily Teel shares the story of her father’s journey from airline pilot to professional baker, and we’d like to share it with you, in her own words.

Bialys via@kingarthurflour

“You want one that crackles outside, but feels soft in the middle,” said my dad to 8-year-old me as we stood in the grocery store aisle. Elbow-deep in the basket of paper-wrapped baguettes, I imitated the way he squeezed them to feel for that pleasant, soft crackle. It’s a test I still employ today, even in grocery stores where I know the baguette I’m squeezing was baked from my dad’s recipe.

Long before he made his living at a bakery, good bread was important to my father, Rod. Back then and for 22 years, he flew commercial airplanes. A commanding figure in his navy blue pilot’s uniform, he’s tall, with a strong nose, and always a full head of hair—a white-blond color he refers to as champagne. I’m his spitting image in chunky glasses and bright lipsticks, down to the aprons we each wear to work several days a week.

I’m quite sure he would have been a pilot forever, except that a decade ago he started experiencing hearing loss and tingling in the side of his face. We learned that he had an acoustic neuroma, a tumor in the space between his brain and his inner ear. Grounded while he underwent radiation treatment, he started baking; or rather, he started baking in earnest.

Bialys via@kingarthurflourWe’re a food family, you see. I’m a food writer who grew up in a house steeped in food-loving DIY culture. More than once as a child I stood at the top of the stairs and scolded my parents and their friends for howling too loudly with laughter after my bedtime during an impromptu school-night dinner party. Ours is a family where people make things from scratch – cheese, ice cream, pickles, and pasta sauce – so even before it became his vocation, Dad always baked. (Back when my parents were newlyweds, he made a pizza peel from plywood so they could bake Julia Child’s pissaladiere in their home oven.)

Still, even with the baguette squeeze test in his arsenal, good bread was difficult to find back then in Silver Spring, MD, and Dad started experimenting. Ever a reader, he collected every book he could find on artisanal baking, and when he saw a seminar on how to work with wet, European-style doughs, he signed up.

While he recovered, there was one bread in particular that captured my dad’s attention, and it was not a bread I grew up eating. Passing through a market in Pennington, NJ, he saw a squat, round bread that looked a little bit like a bagel. It was a bialy, a Polish roll with a center dimple filled with chopped onion and poppy seeds.

Bialys via@kingarthurflour

“I had never had one before, and I had no idea what it was. They looked interesting,” he remembers. “Frankly, they looked better than they tasted, but I saw that they had potential.”Bialys via@kingarthurflour

With the rigor that he had formerly used in the cockpit, he started researching bialys, devouring Mimi Sheraton’s book The Bialy Eaters, and even planning a trip to Kossar’s bakery in New York to taste the gold standard. He was unimpressed, convinced that it could be done better.

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Back at home in Silver Spring, he pulled batch after batch of bialys from the oven as he tweaked and adjusted his recipe. We ate them for breakfast, split and broiled with butter, or spread with cream cheese. There were so many left that he sent my sister and me, recent college graduates, back to our Philadelphia apartments with freezer bags full of them.

Bialys via@kingarthurflour

Though the radiation treatment was a success and he recovered completely, Dad didn’t return to flying commercially. Instead, he traded in his pilot’s uniform for a chef coat and started baking even more. He says, “It’s very satisfying when someone looks at your bread and says it’s beautiful, then loves the taste and experience, too. You feel like you’ve done something worthwhile.”

During his baking explorations, Dad befriended a local bakery owner, David Neville. At the time, David was working to expand his business to include wholesale production for supermarkets, so he was happy for the help – especially when he got a call from Whole Foods Market. They were in search of a new source for the daily baguettes in their stores. Dad dove into the challenge. “A lot of traditional techniques went into it,” he remembers. “Poolishes and pre-ferments…anything to develop a good flavor and a light interior structure.” Finally, they were satisfied.They named it Artisan Baguette and presented it to Whole Foods.

Now, even though I live 2 hours from my hometown in Maryland, when I want a taste of home I just go to the grocery store, and I can have one of those artisan baguettes. Since their baguette won, Dad has been a full-time bread consultant alongside David. At their bakery (Crest Hill, in Beltsville, MD) they and their team of bakers make handmade breads for supermarkets.

Bialys via@kingarthurflourEven though his days now are as much about making sales calls as they are about baking, Dad still gets most excited about the hands-on work of perfecting a new product. “Making things like bialys or a decent boule or even a loaf of sandwich bread is really satisfying,” he muses. “It’s a hands-on thing that you can do for yourself and it’s really pleasing to other people.”

Though he soon hopes to retire completely, I don’t imagine that the oven will go cold anytime soon. “I’d like to perfect English muffins at home,” he admits. “It can’t be that hard. I think I know enough to figure it out.” —Emily Teel

Please read, bake, and rate Rod Teel’s recipe for Classic Bialys.

Susan Reid

Chef Susan Reid grew up in New Jersey, graduated from Bates College and the Culinary Institute of America, and is presently the Food Editor of Sift magazine. She does demos, appearances, and answers food (and baking) questions from all quarters.


  1. rich hollander

    What a great story. Food is like music. the smell and taste of certain foods reminds you of a wonderment of one type or another. I still picture my mom and her hands working on cookies or stuffed cabbage or aros con pollo.

    When making bagels or bialys I think of the old cranky wonderful guy from Philly that taught me how to bake bread.

  2. Karen

    I have a question before trying these. The recipe says to “toast later before eating them ” and I was wondering how to do this without a toaster-oven ?

    1. The Baker's Hotline

      Karen, you could toast these in a standard toaster, or even in your oven for a few minutes, until golden brown. Bryanna@KAF

    2. Rod Teel

      My favorite way is to split them, butter the cut sides, and broil until they are the color you like. Smear cream cheese on them, of course.

  3. Joy Danzig

    Love this story!! Inspires me to tell my own–went from retired teacher, medical transcription/editing to cottage food baker. Retired now, I’ve baked bialys using “onion water” from soaking dried onion flakes (used for topping “onion pockets”) for all or part of the water in the recipe. Check out “Inside the Jewish Bakery” by Ginsberg & Berg.

  4. Jack Lindahl

    Every time I bake bialys, I try to bring them a little closer to perfection. It’s not easy (I find) to attain consistency in a home kitchen. And with a bread as simple as a bialy, consistency is the key to closing in on perfection. Perhaps the only other bread that is this simple and this difficult to produce a consistent excellence is the baguette.

    1. MaryJane Robbins

      Ah, baguette. Deceptively simple in ingredient, tremendously tricky in temperament. ~MJ

  5. Kristine Bagasin

    This inspired me to write my own venture to baking. And try bialys of course. I’m still challenged by wet doughs. Thanks so much!

    1. The Baker's Hotline

      Bobette, this is a lot of flour, but the amount is indeed correct. Happy baking, Bryanna@KAF

  6. Carole

    This is the kind of personal touches that I relate to in a company. There aren’t many of “you” around, any longer. In my opinion, everything today seems to revolve around the bottom line figure of profits….!
    I get so tired of the impersonal answers …that may~or not, come back in response to
    a question we’ve taken the time to write.
    But, even more, sharing personal times and letting us enjoy the human side of your “family” is most refreshing and so enjoyable.
    I know a lot of companies out there… some….I’ve written to…Could take a bit of re-thinking where they stamd in public opinion.

  7. naomi dagen bloom

    Delightful story. Different from the usual narrative embedded in so many of us east coast Jews with real life memories of bialy “factories” on New York’s lower east side. Enjoyed learning how our favorite has extended itself in many directions!

  8. Tre'

    As a pilot, baker, and ENT surgeon who trained in Philly you can easily see how this article quickly caught my attention. And if for no other reason than that (OK, there are more) I look forward to trying my twist on bialys!

  9. Carol

    I love reading food stories. I hope there will always be lots of food stories in Sift magazine. This story made me cry just like Hallmark movies and many novels do. The love that Emily has for her dad comes through in her blog post. She has also captured his love for baking. Thanks for sharing this story. I loved it.


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