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When my brother and I were younger we made pretzels one day. I remember beating the dough while following the recipe in a child's cook book that was once a gift. We created silly shapes, making the classic ampersand looking design but once. We made dolphins and turtles and cats and letters. Sprinkling little dashes of salt on them. They were delicious for only the first bite and then we realized we should share our creation with my mother, so proud we had worked together on something.