There’s an art to soft pretzels. Somewhere in the mix you have to know what the right amount of salt is. Too much and it’s just bitter, dry like a desert. It tastes all right, but the amount of drink needed outweighs the pleasure.
Steven walked into the bedroom and promptly dropped his two glasses of champagne. “What on earth are you doing?” he cried to his wife of four hours. “You look like a pretzel!” Kendra rubbed her feet together and turned her head to face him. Ordinarily, he would have found the come hither look on her face, hot, but tonight it was mitigated by the fact that her feet framed it as they crossed behind her neck. “Coincidentally, this pose is called pretzel pose in English,” she smiled. “Come on, honey,” Kendra gracefully removed her feet from behind her head and floated up to a standing position. “Just think of it as prep for the wedding night.”
Pretzels are yummy and pretzel shaped. That kind of goes without saying, but everything is based on that shape. Any odd contortion is “pretzel-shaped”. It is one of those words that defines everything else.
Pretzels? The last image I remember of my Friday night. That’s what pretzels are to me today. I wish this weren’t the case. Now SHE is taking over another possibility. At least I have you. Right? Or do I? The suspense is twisting my heart into a pretzel, that’s what it is doing. Just stop before the sprinkling of salt, OK? I heard that stings the most.
The pretzels the man was selling at the little booth were the big, soft kind, covered in coarse salt. Ayumi bought a few for herself and her sister, and they walked the length of the fairgrounds together, eating them out of oil-stained paper wrappers.
She was twisted and contorted when they found her body. A pretzel, maybe, but more like a broken doll. The glass lay around her like the stars lay around the moon in the sky. Even in death, she was the most gorgeous woman Daniel had ever seen.
“Ha haa!” President Obama said, opening up the package. “They tried getting me on the birth certificate angle; they tried to say I’m a secret Muslim, but this just shows those Tea Party people are desperate.”
He reached into the box and pulled out examined the pretzel, giggling uncontrollably.
Pretzels in pink clear bowls on wooden coffee tables on grainy cream carpet against the floor of some random basement. We are so young. I am holding this in my strong steadfast way. You just don’t get it. Not yet.
Pretzels. One of those things I’ve learned to appreciate with age. Salty, crunchy, baked goodness. No flash, no glamor. They are what they are, and they’re ok with that. No need to try to be anything more. :-)
I watched him as he picked awkwardly at his still steaming pretzel, small crystals of salt littering the front of his plaid shirt. We used to do this all the time as kids, drowning our tween sorrows in chocolate milkshakes and giant wads of processed dough.
I like pretzels, they are salty. I like salty things. But they make me thirsty. Pretzels are good with beer and mustard. I like the way they tie in a knot. I want to bend myself into a pretzel. A human pretzel. Should I eat a pretzel while trying to become a pretzel.
pretzels are like life, they are salty, leaving a bitter taste, the twist and turn with unknowing shape or size, depending on what you are looking for. Warm and fuzzy, but if you leave it out to sit for too long, and don’t eat it up, it will become cold and stale, not pleasant.
Pretzels are delicious!! Mostly soft pretzels, because they have THE BEST salt and are, well, soft. But thin pretzels also have their merits, mainly, that they are supremely snackable and it’s not a big deal to eat them wherever.
Bending like a pretzel was hard, she mused. Not everyone made it seem as easy as he did. With him it was effortless. Everything was effortless. For once she wanted it to seem like she could be as socially flexible as he could. But, alas, she would remain the cramped little person in the crowd. The person whose laughter reached no one. The person would would blend into the crowd. She was the potato chip, he was the pretzel.
oy here we go again. this is the third time ive written about pretzels and its starting to get annoyingl its just making me hungy and i would really like one of those huge soft prezles from the mall. with lots and lots of parmasene cheese. ooooooh yummm.
mmmm i like pretzels with nutella or with sour cream and my mother eats them that way but nobody else i do besides me does. i like them with out sour cream, the pretzels you get at the ball games with mustard or no mustard or whatever. i like them without anything and in a void, not at ball games, too.
when i was a kid, there was a pretzel guy at the corner of our schoolyard. The soft pretzels were kept hot by chestnuts that roasted underneath. Some kids actually bought and ate the chestnuts. I was not that adventurous. But I loved the hot, salty pretzels.
pretzel. three carbs. cheese with it? some fat. could be worth one lunch or dinner. when i was little i used to be able to eat them w/o even considering the repercussions…but now…not anymore. it means more to me. being able to eat one means recovery.
salty, brown and crunchy. sitting pretzel style sometimes make your legs fall asleep. it is easy to sit this way while on the floor and around a fire with good friends. Gluten free preztels have a better crunch than regular ones, yet they include less salt.
a pretzel is extremely crunchy, like salty too. they are nice sometimes, but you usually need a glass of water with it. i like cheese on my pretzels. a pretzel can be made into funny shapes when taken apart. pretzels are surprisingly good dipped in ranch dressing.
I like these. Yuummmmm. The crunchy one are puh, but the soft ones are mmmmm. Too much salt and i go yuck! But no salt with a little cheese makes my tummy purr. Oh pretzels. Write and write and write and write. How are pretzels made? Are they a bread? How can there possibly be so many types of ways out there to make bread? Hmmmm…..a pretzel please?
This wasn’t what I was looking for. I never wanted to be here, with him, I never wanted to be ditched in the middle of a mall by the pretzel shop, smack-dab in the middle of the walkway. I watched him go and so did the cashier behind the counter. As I turned away, tears springing to my eyes, the cashier asked me, “You want a pretzel? It’s on the house.” So I took it, and his kindness comforted me, even if it was only a pretzel.
I watched Shane through heavy lids, watched him eat a Super Pretzel and snoop through my sock drawer. For what, I wondered? Sex tapes and emergency cash?
After he left the next morning, I would notice a thumb-sized mustard stain on my comforter. I would notice that my room smelled like strawberry incense, that he’d also snooped through my medicine cabinet.
But at that juncture, I shut my eyes and ignored the boy eating a frozen pretzel at the foot of my bed.
salty. tasty. warm. perfection. wetzel’s pretzels! gosh! cinnamon pretzels! where did they come from? i don’t know. all i know is that they’re delicious.
I love pretzels. Especially at the pretzel twister. last time i was there a pretty french girl served me original and cinnamon pretzels. Yada yada yada it screwed me over last time. :{
wetzel’s pretzels are really yummy! maybe because they’re so soft. but are they supposed to be? like, there are those hard pretzels we always eat at track meets. are they like… a different species of pretzels? *mind blown*
twisted and salty. mustord or sweet. I love the crunchy and soft feel of you. dip and rip, pull or tug. light up my day and expand my hips. a laugh wi th m
I love to suck the salt off a pretzel before I eat it, then suck on the pretzel until it dissolves in my mouth.
I was just thinking about those big Philadelphia “soft” pretzels that they sell on corners–so delicious–but NOT with mustard. Disgusting. I hate mustard.
She entered the lunch room at precisely 1:01, one minute after the bell rang. She ran to the lunch line, scanned the menu, and made up her mind quickly. Today, she would eat a soft pretzel. No regrets.
“Oh, Ms. Pretzel. Knot me up…I know you’re flexible.”
“Yes, Mr. Cheese Dip. Smother me in all your lavish, savory juices.”
With these sparce words, a union was formed.
And the two food items had many children, in many different forms; some became cheese-stuffed, and others became cheese-baked. And yet still others (the outcasts of the family) became hideous amalgamations of bleu-swiss cheese and rye baked goods, both hideous to look upon and to smell. Didn’t taste too bad, though.
I like eating hot pretzels right after they’ve been made. I once got the chance to make a pretzel, it was pretty interesting, somehow stuff just tastes a little better if you make it yourself. PRETZELS!!!!!
oh my gosh.
I love pretzels and the waay they twist and curve. And the salt! Yummy salt. Crunchy crisp wonderful pretzels. Who invented them? Give em a medal. The good for you food! Well, not the salt. too much salt I suppose. For most people. People with high blood pressure. Not me…..I can eat all I want> Yummy yum yum.nap break the twist or the stick. Put them in trail mix. No chex mix. Yes with peanuts. No cashews. Oh those pretzels the soft kind. Cinnimon surgur or maybe cheeze. Even trea yummier. Can I say that wounderful stupedous
There is nothing better than a pretzel dipped in chocolate. Especially for a woman with raging hormones.
Pretzels are salty and twisted (sometimes). They are not my favorite snack, but I do like the ones with peanut butter in the middle.
pretzels are confused just like the rest of us. twisted and tied up, they don’t know which direction they want to go in!
But they’re still delicious. Particularly with cheese or mustard.
Yum.
Anyone want a pretzel?
There’s an art to soft pretzels. Somewhere in the mix you have to know what the right amount of salt is. Too much and it’s just bitter, dry like a desert. It tastes all right, but the amount of drink needed outweighs the pleasure.
Steven walked into the bedroom and promptly dropped his two glasses of champagne. “What on earth are you doing?” he cried to his wife of four hours. “You look like a pretzel!” Kendra rubbed her feet together and turned her head to face him. Ordinarily, he would have found the come hither look on her face, hot, but tonight it was mitigated by the fact that her feet framed it as they crossed behind her neck. “Coincidentally, this pose is called pretzel pose in English,” she smiled. “Come on, honey,” Kendra gracefully removed her feet from behind her head and floated up to a standing position. “Just think of it as prep for the wedding night.”
Pretzels are yummy and pretzel shaped. That kind of goes without saying, but everything is based on that shape. Any odd contortion is “pretzel-shaped”. It is one of those words that defines everything else.
Pretzels? The last image I remember of my Friday night. That’s what pretzels are to me today. I wish this weren’t the case. Now SHE is taking over another possibility. At least I have you. Right? Or do I? The suspense is twisting my heart into a pretzel, that’s what it is doing. Just stop before the sprinkling of salt, OK? I heard that stings the most.
The pretzels the man was selling at the little booth were the big, soft kind, covered in coarse salt. Ayumi bought a few for herself and her sister, and they walked the length of the fairgrounds together, eating them out of oil-stained paper wrappers.
She was twisted and contorted when they found her body. A pretzel, maybe, but more like a broken doll. The glass lay around her like the stars lay around the moon in the sky. Even in death, she was the most gorgeous woman Daniel had ever seen.
“Ha haa!” President Obama said, opening up the package. “They tried getting me on the birth certificate angle; they tried to say I’m a secret Muslim, but this just shows those Tea Party people are desperate.”
He reached into the box and pulled out examined the pretzel, giggling uncontrollably.
Pretzels in pink clear bowls on wooden coffee tables on grainy cream carpet against the floor of some random basement. We are so young. I am holding this in my strong steadfast way. You just don’t get it. Not yet.
Pretzels. One of those things I’ve learned to appreciate with age. Salty, crunchy, baked goodness. No flash, no glamor. They are what they are, and they’re ok with that. No need to try to be anything more. :-)
I watched him as he picked awkwardly at his still steaming pretzel, small crystals of salt littering the front of his plaid shirt. We used to do this all the time as kids, drowning our tween sorrows in chocolate milkshakes and giant wads of processed dough.
Even though I bend and twist,
you break me down into a pieces and devour me.
One of us needs to learn how to give and take, and it’s not me.
I like pretzels, they are salty. I like salty things. But they make me thirsty. Pretzels are good with beer and mustard. I like the way they tie in a knot. I want to bend myself into a pretzel. A human pretzel. Should I eat a pretzel while trying to become a pretzel.
pretzels are like life, they are salty, leaving a bitter taste, the twist and turn with unknowing shape or size, depending on what you are looking for. Warm and fuzzy, but if you leave it out to sit for too long, and don’t eat it up, it will become cold and stale, not pleasant.
Pretzels are delicious!! Mostly soft pretzels, because they have THE BEST salt and are, well, soft. But thin pretzels also have their merits, mainly, that they are supremely snackable and it’s not a big deal to eat them wherever.
Bending like a pretzel was hard, she mused. Not everyone made it seem as easy as he did. With him it was effortless. Everything was effortless. For once she wanted it to seem like she could be as socially flexible as he could. But, alas, she would remain the cramped little person in the crowd. The person whose laughter reached no one. The person would would blend into the crowd. She was the potato chip, he was the pretzel.
oy here we go again. this is the third time ive written about pretzels and its starting to get annoyingl its just making me hungy and i would really like one of those huge soft prezles from the mall. with lots and lots of parmasene cheese. ooooooh yummm.
mmmm i like pretzels with nutella or with sour cream and my mother eats them that way but nobody else i do besides me does. i like them with out sour cream, the pretzels you get at the ball games with mustard or no mustard or whatever. i like them without anything and in a void, not at ball games, too.
when i was a kid, there was a pretzel guy at the corner of our schoolyard. The soft pretzels were kept hot by chestnuts that roasted underneath. Some kids actually bought and ate the chestnuts. I was not that adventurous. But I loved the hot, salty pretzels.
pretzel. three carbs. cheese with it? some fat. could be worth one lunch or dinner. when i was little i used to be able to eat them w/o even considering the repercussions…but now…not anymore. it means more to me. being able to eat one means recovery.
salty, brown and crunchy. sitting pretzel style sometimes make your legs fall asleep. it is easy to sit this way while on the floor and around a fire with good friends. Gluten free preztels have a better crunch than regular ones, yet they include less salt.
a pretzel is extremely crunchy, like salty too. they are nice sometimes, but you usually need a glass of water with it. i like cheese on my pretzels. a pretzel can be made into funny shapes when taken apart. pretzels are surprisingly good dipped in ranch dressing.
I like these. Yuummmmm. The crunchy one are puh, but the soft ones are mmmmm. Too much salt and i go yuck! But no salt with a little cheese makes my tummy purr. Oh pretzels. Write and write and write and write. How are pretzels made? Are they a bread? How can there possibly be so many types of ways out there to make bread? Hmmmm…..a pretzel please?
This wasn’t what I was looking for. I never wanted to be here, with him, I never wanted to be ditched in the middle of a mall by the pretzel shop, smack-dab in the middle of the walkway. I watched him go and so did the cashier behind the counter. As I turned away, tears springing to my eyes, the cashier asked me, “You want a pretzel? It’s on the house.” So I took it, and his kindness comforted me, even if it was only a pretzel.
I watched Shane through heavy lids, watched him eat a Super Pretzel and snoop through my sock drawer. For what, I wondered? Sex tapes and emergency cash?
After he left the next morning, I would notice a thumb-sized mustard stain on my comforter. I would notice that my room smelled like strawberry incense, that he’d also snooped through my medicine cabinet.
But at that juncture, I shut my eyes and ignored the boy eating a frozen pretzel at the foot of my bed.
I sometimes like pretzels. When I go to the movies I wii purchase a fresh pretzel.
I recently learned what sitting “pretzel style” is
How have I been sheltered this whole time?
Isn’t it supposed to be called criss-cross-applesauce?
MY LIFE IS ONE BIG LIE
salty. tasty. warm. perfection. wetzel’s pretzels! gosh! cinnamon pretzels! where did they come from? i don’t know. all i know is that they’re delicious.
I love pretzels. Especially at the pretzel twister. last time i was there a pretty french girl served me original and cinnamon pretzels. Yada yada yada it screwed me over last time. :{
wetzel’s pretzels are really yummy! maybe because they’re so soft. but are they supposed to be? like, there are those hard pretzels we always eat at track meets. are they like… a different species of pretzels? *mind blown*
ITS SO NASTY AND THEY SMELL GOOD. THEY ARE SALTY.I DONT LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY CAN GIVE YOU HIGH BLOOD PRESURE.
twisted and salty. mustord or sweet. I love the crunchy and soft feel of you. dip and rip, pull or tug. light up my day and expand my hips. a laugh wi th m
I love to suck the salt off a pretzel before I eat it, then suck on the pretzel until it dissolves in my mouth.
I was just thinking about those big Philadelphia “soft” pretzels that they sell on corners–so delicious–but NOT with mustard. Disgusting. I hate mustard.
She entered the lunch room at precisely 1:01, one minute after the bell rang. She ran to the lunch line, scanned the menu, and made up her mind quickly. Today, she would eat a soft pretzel. No regrets.
“Oh, Ms. Pretzel. Knot me up…I know you’re flexible.”
“Yes, Mr. Cheese Dip. Smother me in all your lavish, savory juices.”
With these sparce words, a union was formed.
And the two food items had many children, in many different forms; some became cheese-stuffed, and others became cheese-baked. And yet still others (the outcasts of the family) became hideous amalgamations of bleu-swiss cheese and rye baked goods, both hideous to look upon and to smell. Didn’t taste too bad, though.
this is a yummy snack that is so good. but i dont like golden pretzels u know the brand.they are gross.
I like eating hot pretzels right after they’ve been made. I once got the chance to make a pretzel, it was pretty interesting, somehow stuff just tastes a little better if you make it yourself. PRETZELS!!!!!
oh my gosh.
I love pretzels and the waay they twist and curve. And the salt! Yummy salt. Crunchy crisp wonderful pretzels. Who invented them? Give em a medal. The good for you food! Well, not the salt. too much salt I suppose. For most people. People with high blood pressure. Not me…..I can eat all I want> Yummy yum yum.nap break the twist or the stick. Put them in trail mix. No chex mix. Yes with peanuts. No cashews. Oh those pretzels the soft kind. Cinnimon surgur or maybe cheeze. Even trea yummier. Can I say that wounderful stupedous