I remember this was a game we played at camp once where everyone had to intertwine their arms and try to get them all sorted out in the end. We could never get out of the pretzel. But it was nice because we all felt so connected in such a simple, tangible way.
A pretzel? Seriously? My last meal is going to be a stinkin’ pretzel? Well, fine, if this is it, then this is it. Here goes. Down the hatch. *MUNCH* Hmm, not bad. Not a steak, for sure, but not bad. Too bad it’s my last meal, because I’d sure like a second one, come to think of it.
Twisted salty goodness. Best covered in dark chocolate and gobbled down by the handful. Squeaky plastic bags, licking your finger so that the salt at the bottom will stick.
salty pretzels are yummy and make me thirsty because of the salt being hypertonic to my tongue cells and making them shrivel and need water. that is why pretzels make me thirsty. sometimes i like them and sometimes i dont. that is mostly what i think about pretzels hehe.
I never did understand the fascination with pretzels. Don’t get me wrong, I love pretzels just as much as the next guy, but what the fuck. Soft, hard, whatever. People can’t get enough of them. It’s insane. Pretzel this, pretzel that.
i don t know what to say but you make me hungry. i think of policeman eating you. i think of you in boxes on top of dashboards. you have dots around you. i see you get dumped into the trash unfinished.
I want a pretzel. I eat them all the time at work, but normally I get the cinnamon ones. They’re definitely the best, but probably one of the worst for you. On second thought, the pizza ones have to be the most unhealthy. But anyway, the way they fold the pretzels have always amazed me. I wish I was talented enough to fold pretzels, and to be able to do it all quick-style.
Pretzels are something i don’t really like to eat but is like a staple diet.. Pretzel is a cool name for a pet… I’m not sure where the word originated from or who is responsible for creating a pretzel.. but it sounds eurpoean to me.
Pretzels are good. I like them when they are salty and dipped in steaming hot cheese. Sometime I eat pretzels when I go to certain live sporting events where they are served best, in my opinion. I think this website is kind of stupid and hope I get entered to win a prize!
Walking through the market thirsty for a drink and hungry for what? So many choices cannot make up my mind…the smells, crowds, grease mixed with sweat. Pretzels yes that’s it mustard, smothered doing it that way hits the spot.
cookie
snack snack snack
you’re what I go to when I need a pick-me-up.
your salty texture is so welcoming.
you are a kind friend unto me. Oh how I love you so.
mom sleepwalking and eats them when she doesnt get enough sodium in the middle of the day…good with hummus…especially roasted red pepper hummus…mmm salty want salt really bad right now maybe that’s what i’ve been craving all day long , i should’ve had some of the whole container of pretzels down stairs in the kitchen but i’m sick and i don’t know if i’ll contaminate the container but oh well maybe i’ll have a 3am breakfast
pretzel. smells at the mall. sugar, chocolate, caramel, and nacho cheese. that awful pun. soft and big or small and harder. mik and his pretzels. makes me miss him. pretzel could also be used as an image for something complicated that comes full circle.
I wish there was some other word you could write about right away. One word per 10 minutes. Doesn’t that sound ok? I don’t know. But there are so many words out there just waiting to be described or associated with some kind of experience that people would want to read. There is only so much you can say about a pretzel and then you’re done! Pretzels look funny. Pretzels are salty. Pretzels belong at malls. The last time I went to the mall, I was with my friend who recently went home to her country. I may never see her again in a very long time. She had a pretzel that day. I didn’t. I had a cinnabon. I like cinnabons more.
I like pretzels. Especially the soft squishy ones you can get at the mall. The ones with salt on them I like to dip into the cheddar cheese dip. They are sooo darn good, but so fattening. I wish I could eat them every day. They make me happy, but thirsty at the same time. Hahaa.. oh shopping joys…
pretzel deliciously sizzly awesomeness yum especially with chocolate best thing ever after cheese and hp and all that goodness with salty good goodness i like pretzels.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Or the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn’t happen for me; but travel. Pretzels are not paramount to anything…but they seem to creep up in everyone’s ‘life cupboard’.
The pretzel had too much salt, as always. It was still warm from the oven, but the soft bread was entirely covered in white chunks of salt. He frowned and made his way to the garbage can to clean his snack off. Once satisfied
pretzels are curly, they’re confusing, they’re interesting, they’re intriguing, they’re cool, they taste pretty good. pretzels are salty, they’re sold by new york street vendors, they are big and small but better small, one of the best hotdogs i’ve ever had was a pretzeldog, basically a corndog but with a pretzel
Twists, Sticks, Salty, Soft, Cheesey, Plain, Crunchy.
All adjectives for one word. The word becomes more complex, more tangible, more dimensional, more…real
I remember eating a big, salty pretzel at Ellis Island in New York. it’s so strange that it’s a tourist attraction now…this place where so many people came looking for a better life. where so many people were sent back or disappointed…or overjoyed to be in a free country. now you can buy a pretzel and a commemorative booklet at the gift shop.
I never had a pretzel. Weird huh? I should have one. They sound delicious. Maybe that’s the next thing I will get when I go to the mall. A pretzel. So random.
I like it. I buy it when I go to Mall. Though normally I donot like sour dough, I like pretzel.
Pretzel some with so many flavours. Now a days, those are covered with Chocolate.
When I start eating, I suggest my mind to control. But one after the other it goes.
eating pretzel is like learning how to define the world. it’s rounded and round and twisting.
never knew still why should all must go round and twisting like that. is it fate or is it destiny that we met and twist our path
She ate it standing at the rail of the second floor of the Crenshaw Mall. She’d dabbed some mustard on it, which fell off onto her shoe. “Dammit!” she exclaimed, and thought, “I fucking hate this mall. It’s a dump.”
pretzels are salty and dry and whenever I eat one, I think, “I instantly regret that decision.” I kind of enjoy the peanut butter filled ones, but they are fattening.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Reminds me of the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn’t happen for me; but travel. Pretzel’s are not paramount to anything…but they seem to creep up in everyone’s ‘life cupboard’.
Salty and delicious, they always make my mouth water. You offer me a piece at the football game, I dip it in the cheese. We smile. That’s all I remember.
yummm i love pretzels it reminds me of going to the florence mall, and smelling auntie anne’s as you walk by. I end up being so lured by the odor that i find myself in line with all of the other poor unfortunate souls who have been sucked in by the aroma.
He kept thinking about the young girl, about how much trouble it was going to be if anyone found out. He couldn’t stop. She was young, but not that young, but she wasn’t an adult, which was the important thing. When they were together he would feel a heat rising slowly within him, spreading all around inside of him, and so he decided that being with her was like drinking coffee in January, when it was so cold, which is why he continued to see her. She was like coffee, and he would continue to drink every drop of her for as long as she was willing to pour herself into him. In bed they would become so twisted around one another he worried they might never unravel. Then he worried they would unravel too soon. Then he worried again about other things. He loved her because she liked to do things his girlfriend didn’t which concerned him, because his girlfriend was twenty-three and this girl that was only sixteen, but these things felt good and so he talked himself into continuing to do them. He wanted to stop. He couldn’t stop. She was so young, but she wasn’t so young. She started showing up at his work, his house, outside of his girlfriend’s house where he noticed her car parked under a streetlight, shadowed and black like something dangerous that was sleeping. The last time they were together, twisted around one another, slick, naked bodies that might never come undone, a juxtaposition of freckled and tan skin interloping over his damp, white sheets, he looked at her and said, “You’re not so young, but–” And the conjunction hung there in the air like a cloud of wasps. The girl was old enough to know how definitive an unfinished sentence was and so she left, and the boy — a young man, really — without this tangle of a woman — a girl, really — without his lanky, freckled drink to warm him, he felt suddenly exhausted, exhausted from everything that was, until he couldn’t think about it any longer, until there was nothing left for him to do but close his eyes and sleep, and wake, and long for her, because he knew that he might never feel warmth like that again in January; one figurative or literal.
Pretzels are cool. They are very.. hm. Round. But only of they’re made right. Sometimes they can be edgy, and that just ruin my day. I like the salty ones the best. I got one in the mall one time. But so far, that’s the only pretzel I’ve ever had. You see, I’m foreign. But now pretzels aren’t foreign to me anymore.
I like those. They are an interesting combination of bread and salt. I remember most of my teenage life waking up to mom eating one in the morning, or sometimes with cheese in the afternoon. I’ve never enjoyed one as a meal, I much prefer them as a snack. God damn, I think they are on of my favorite foods. Salty, bread filled goodness in my mouth.
I’ve never appreciated the salty taste of a regular pretzel. The overbearing taste of dough, the idea of dunking it in mustard, the ease it could be found on any NY street corner. Never my choice.
The pretzels are salty and brown, much like my lover laying next to me, sweat dripping from his brow. I admit, I feel a little guilty. My mother would have a fit if she knew about him, let alone the carbs I’ve been eating. She always said I needed to lose weight.
“Baby,” he says, as I start to put the pretzel down. “I love your body. It’s damn beautiful.”
I remember this was a game we played at camp once where everyone had to intertwine their arms and try to get them all sorted out in the end. We could never get out of the pretzel. But it was nice because we all felt so connected in such a simple, tangible way.
A pretzel? Seriously? My last meal is going to be a stinkin’ pretzel? Well, fine, if this is it, then this is it. Here goes. Down the hatch. *MUNCH* Hmm, not bad. Not a steak, for sure, but not bad. Too bad it’s my last meal, because I’d sure like a second one, come to think of it.
Twisted salty goodness. Best covered in dark chocolate and gobbled down by the handful. Squeaky plastic bags, licking your finger so that the salt at the bottom will stick.
salty pretzels are yummy and make me thirsty because of the salt being hypertonic to my tongue cells and making them shrivel and need water. that is why pretzels make me thirsty. sometimes i like them and sometimes i dont. that is mostly what i think about pretzels hehe.
I never did understand the fascination with pretzels. Don’t get me wrong, I love pretzels just as much as the next guy, but what the fuck. Soft, hard, whatever. People can’t get enough of them. It’s insane. Pretzel this, pretzel that.
i never did like the way that those things tasted, bad I thought, who on earth could have made them.
i don t know what to say but you make me hungry. i think of policeman eating you. i think of you in boxes on top of dashboards. you have dots around you. i see you get dumped into the trash unfinished.
I want a pretzel. I eat them all the time at work, but normally I get the cinnamon ones. They’re definitely the best, but probably one of the worst for you. On second thought, the pizza ones have to be the most unhealthy. But anyway, the way they fold the pretzels have always amazed me. I wish I was talented enough to fold pretzels, and to be able to do it all quick-style.
Pretzels are something i don’t really like to eat but is like a staple diet.. Pretzel is a cool name for a pet… I’m not sure where the word originated from or who is responsible for creating a pretzel.. but it sounds eurpoean to me.
Pretzels are good. I like them when they are salty and dipped in steaming hot cheese. Sometime I eat pretzels when I go to certain live sporting events where they are served best, in my opinion. I think this website is kind of stupid and hope I get entered to win a prize!
Twisted pretzel, hard, with burnt knobs, brown hollow bubble knobs that flick apart as you carefully try to bite them off one at a time.
Walking through the market thirsty for a drink and hungry for what? So many choices cannot make up my mind…the smells, crowds, grease mixed with sweat. Pretzels yes that’s it mustard, smothered doing it that way hits the spot.
cookie
snack snack snack
you’re what I go to when I need a pick-me-up.
your salty texture is so welcoming.
you are a kind friend unto me. Oh how I love you so.
mom sleepwalking and eats them when she doesnt get enough sodium in the middle of the day…good with hummus…especially roasted red pepper hummus…mmm salty want salt really bad right now maybe that’s what i’ve been craving all day long , i should’ve had some of the whole container of pretzels down stairs in the kitchen but i’m sick and i don’t know if i’ll contaminate the container but oh well maybe i’ll have a 3am breakfast
pretzel. smells at the mall. sugar, chocolate, caramel, and nacho cheese. that awful pun. soft and big or small and harder. mik and his pretzels. makes me miss him. pretzel could also be used as an image for something complicated that comes full circle.
I wish there was some other word you could write about right away. One word per 10 minutes. Doesn’t that sound ok? I don’t know. But there are so many words out there just waiting to be described or associated with some kind of experience that people would want to read. There is only so much you can say about a pretzel and then you’re done! Pretzels look funny. Pretzels are salty. Pretzels belong at malls. The last time I went to the mall, I was with my friend who recently went home to her country. I may never see her again in a very long time. She had a pretzel that day. I didn’t. I had a cinnabon. I like cinnabons more.
i do not know what the word means but I have heard it before, sounds like it is German in origin.
Salty twisted brown. Big fat soft ones, crisp sticks to dip in peanut butter or dressing. Square grids to put in trail mix
salty yummy treat that goes well with nutella, or peanut butter. soft pretzels are alright too, often too salty. overall, great snack food.
I like pretzels. Especially the soft squishy ones you can get at the mall. The ones with salt on them I like to dip into the cheddar cheese dip. They are sooo darn good, but so fattening. I wish I could eat them every day. They make me happy, but thirsty at the same time. Hahaa.. oh shopping joys…
pretzel deliciously sizzly awesomeness yum especially with chocolate best thing ever after cheese and hp and all that goodness with salty good goodness i like pretzels.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Or the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn’t happen for me; but travel. Pretzels are not paramount to anything…but they seem to creep up in everyone’s ‘life cupboard’.
Oddly shaped pretzel of mine, oh how i would love to nibble on you.
The pretzel had too much salt, as always. It was still warm from the oven, but the soft bread was entirely covered in white chunks of salt. He frowned and made his way to the garbage can to clean his snack off. Once satisfied
pretzels are curly, they’re confusing, they’re interesting, they’re intriguing, they’re cool, they taste pretty good. pretzels are salty, they’re sold by new york street vendors, they are big and small but better small, one of the best hotdogs i’ve ever had was a pretzeldog, basically a corndog but with a pretzel
Twists, Sticks, Salty, Soft, Cheesey, Plain, Crunchy.
All adjectives for one word. The word becomes more complex, more tangible, more dimensional, more…real
Yet, the meaning remains the same
I remember eating a big, salty pretzel at Ellis Island in New York. it’s so strange that it’s a tourist attraction now…this place where so many people came looking for a better life. where so many people were sent back or disappointed…or overjoyed to be in a free country. now you can buy a pretzel and a commemorative booklet at the gift shop.
I never had a pretzel. Weird huh? I should have one. They sound delicious. Maybe that’s the next thing I will get when I go to the mall. A pretzel. So random.
I like it. I buy it when I go to Mall. Though normally I donot like sour dough, I like pretzel.
Pretzel some with so many flavours. Now a days, those are covered with Chocolate.
When I start eating, I suggest my mind to control. But one after the other it goes.
eating pretzel is like learning how to define the world. it’s rounded and round and twisting.
never knew still why should all must go round and twisting like that. is it fate or is it destiny that we met and twist our path
She ate it standing at the rail of the second floor of the Crenshaw Mall. She’d dabbed some mustard on it, which fell off onto her shoe. “Dammit!” she exclaimed, and thought, “I fucking hate this mall. It’s a dump.”
pretzels are salty and dry and whenever I eat one, I think, “I instantly regret that decision.” I kind of enjoy the peanut butter filled ones, but they are fattening.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Reminds me of the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn’t happen for me; but travel. Pretzel’s are not paramount to anything…but they seem to creep up in everyone’s ‘life cupboard’.
Salty and delicious, they always make my mouth water. You offer me a piece at the football game, I dip it in the cheese. We smile. That’s all I remember.
yummm i love pretzels it reminds me of going to the florence mall, and smelling auntie anne’s as you walk by. I end up being so lured by the odor that i find myself in line with all of the other poor unfortunate souls who have been sucked in by the aroma.
He kept thinking about the young girl, about how much trouble it was going to be if anyone found out. He couldn’t stop. She was young, but not that young, but she wasn’t an adult, which was the important thing. When they were together he would feel a heat rising slowly within him, spreading all around inside of him, and so he decided that being with her was like drinking coffee in January, when it was so cold, which is why he continued to see her. She was like coffee, and he would continue to drink every drop of her for as long as she was willing to pour herself into him. In bed they would become so twisted around one another he worried they might never unravel. Then he worried they would unravel too soon. Then he worried again about other things. He loved her because she liked to do things his girlfriend didn’t which concerned him, because his girlfriend was twenty-three and this girl that was only sixteen, but these things felt good and so he talked himself into continuing to do them. He wanted to stop. He couldn’t stop. She was so young, but she wasn’t so young. She started showing up at his work, his house, outside of his girlfriend’s house where he noticed her car parked under a streetlight, shadowed and black like something dangerous that was sleeping. The last time they were together, twisted around one another, slick, naked bodies that might never come undone, a juxtaposition of freckled and tan skin interloping over his damp, white sheets, he looked at her and said, “You’re not so young, but–” And the conjunction hung there in the air like a cloud of wasps. The girl was old enough to know how definitive an unfinished sentence was and so she left, and the boy — a young man, really — without this tangle of a woman — a girl, really — without his lanky, freckled drink to warm him, he felt suddenly exhausted, exhausted from everything that was, until he couldn’t think about it any longer, until there was nothing left for him to do but close his eyes and sleep, and wake, and long for her, because he knew that he might never feel warmth like that again in January; one figurative or literal.
Pretzels are cool. They are very.. hm. Round. But only of they’re made right. Sometimes they can be edgy, and that just ruin my day. I like the salty ones the best. I got one in the mall one time. But so far, that’s the only pretzel I’ve ever had. You see, I’m foreign. But now pretzels aren’t foreign to me anymore.
I like those. They are an interesting combination of bread and salt. I remember most of my teenage life waking up to mom eating one in the morning, or sometimes with cheese in the afternoon. I’ve never enjoyed one as a meal, I much prefer them as a snack. God damn, I think they are on of my favorite foods. Salty, bread filled goodness in my mouth.
I’ve never appreciated the salty taste of a regular pretzel. The overbearing taste of dough, the idea of dunking it in mustard, the ease it could be found on any NY street corner. Never my choice.
The pretzels are salty and brown, much like my lover laying next to me, sweat dripping from his brow. I admit, I feel a little guilty. My mother would have a fit if she knew about him, let alone the carbs I’ve been eating. She always said I needed to lose weight.
“Baby,” he says, as I start to put the pretzel down. “I love your body. It’s damn beautiful.”
I smile. I pop the pretzel in my mouth, and chew.