She handed him the pretzel. A current of hatred still ran through her. She had to be cordial. But what did he expect? Once they had been in love, not she could barely look at him. She wished she didn’t have to continue this charade.
It’s food in Germany ;D it’s like baronka in Lithuania ;D it’s mostly salt
Juste
Twisted, warped, wrapped and wrapped like an emotional puzzle. Around and around, endless turned about and twisted until there is no difference between end and beginning.
Bridgette
There was some kid’s magazine that I used to get that had a recipie for making pretzels. My best friend Hal and I tried making them – they turned out yeasty- and a bit too eggy. It’s been more than 30 years ago, I’d love to give them a try again – but only with Hal.
There yummy, especially when you dip then in cheese. And they have salt on them. And there twisted. Except sometime there not twisted there straight. And sometimes theres hot, and sometimes they come in a bag.
Her lips were soft and warm, with a hint of sea salt from the ocean spray. I’d never tasted lips like these. They were unreal, and as I pressed into them, it was hard not to resist holding her closer, squeezing her waist, and feeling her take in a surprised breath. I lifted her up off the ground, and held her tighter, trying to get our bodies to merge together. We stayed that way for a while.
Haley Talley
Hmm, pretzel. Or should I say, “Mmm”! The twisted rolls of dough… I’ve never made pretzels, you know. That’s something I should do. What did they originate as? Prayer rewards? They are delicious.
i dont know what to write about this word because i dont know the meaning!!
rouaa
pretzels arent something ive really ever liked. they do have one of the most interesting shapes though. all twisted and almost heart shaped. i guess thats what a heart is; beautiful and twisted all at the same time. you never know what youll get. salty or sweet.
Parker Roberts
i like pretzels, sometimes salty, but very tasty. they remind me of carnivals, and flea markets, when there is nothing left but to eat that. and i”m still satisfied. it kind of reminds me of being a child and munching on salty snacks. :)
Kelsey Goodwin
Salty pretzels. The smell of the fresh baked ones fill the air. The taste on your tongue. They’re warm and soft. And sometimes you eat too much and the salt burns your tongue a bit. But it’s all part of the pleasure that pretzels are :)
Pretzels are salty. Sometimes they’re too salty and they make my tongue hurt. I like soft baked pretzels that you buy at food stands. I don’t really like the hard little ones that you buy in plastic bags at the grocery store. The big ones are great at christmas. One time I went to the stanley park christmas train and ate one for the first time with my two friends Misa and Sabine. It was so good :)
Kelsey
Delicious, moist, salty goodness. Usually found during sports events at concession stands. In the shape of a knot. Brown and crisp.
Lauren
Falling into the small ravine, Jensen landed among a brace of downed saplings and weeds among the rocks and found himself lodged in the mess of sticks and wet grays ash like a pretzel. How the fuck am I getting out of this one, he thought to himself, the pulsing green glow looming on his face.
in the summer i used to eat these with my mother on the beach by the house that she grew up in. she’d get nostalgic of the good old days before she moved to the city. she met my father, by this old vacation home of hers. they were at a dinner party, on the lawn, in the moonlight. he’d just gotten back from viet nam, but his father pulled a few strings to get him back with “his type” in the states.
Andrea Walker
i never liked pretzels. I can remember being in preschool, at the Dalton school during the summer. I ate a pretzel once during that summer and from then on, i never like the taste of them. People tell me that I should, but it’s just not something I like sort of like with goldfish which everyone seems to love.
Michaela Nakayama-Shapiro
they are food. salty . well there are several flavors and many shapes. they sell them in aunt antie’s pretzel. i dont like them at all. marifer loves them. they are brownish. many peoplelike them. they are not my favorite food.
Miriam
People who can twist their bodies into a pretzel really weird me out. I know they’re just double jointed, but it’s just freaky. In related news, pretzels are good to eat.
Peanut butter-filled pretzels are my sister’s favorite snack. Her husband ate the whole bag that she left in the car, making my sister very annoyed. But he was on R&R from deployment so she wasn’t allowed to be that mad at him. The next day we went to My Organic Market (MOMs) and she bought a new bag.
Katharine
My life had become so twisted in the last week alone. Reality struck hard, leaving me to pick up the pieces. But I wasn’t going to let it get to me. I made the process as painless and quick as possible. And I got through another day. Such is life.
salty. intricately twisted bites that make the perfect snack for anywhere or anytime.
Michelle
I reached in the bag, avoiding all the pretzels. What was wrong with the pretzels? In comparison to the chex squares and the cheesy triangles they didn’t compare. I took one out, examining it closer. They twisted and turned, making connections, the salt crystals decorating the surface. I popped the pretzel into my mouth. Perhaps by eating the pretzel I would be able to look beyond the surface and make those connections more often.
I especially like them when they’re covered in cinnamon and sugar. We get those at the mall every week. But I really hate the ones covered in salt…they’re sort of repulsive.
And I only eat the big, puffy, cooked ones. I used to say that I was allergic to the ones in the snack bags.
And if it’s covered in chocolate, I swear I will eat it.
“your friends ate so many pretzels”, said his roommate to him the next morning. i swear i only ate about 10 of those tiny little pretzels, because my mouth was so dry anyway and it took me about a minute to chew the first one. but perhaps i ate more.
Potato Pancakes
I love the salty, sharp crispiness of pretzels, with their lip-sticking skin peeling gum shredding tendency, so nice when you need that shot of sodium chloride, and the satisfying snap crunch mastication pulpiness of the act of taking something man made and reversing time to return it to the pulp from which it came.
Bruce Campbell
in a land near the sea lives the gimp
he feasts on fish eggs and shrimp
when he feels unwell
he’ll eat a gin soaked pretzel
and dance on the back of a chimp
George Bush doesn’t like these anymore. I love them, but not with a lot of salt. Just plain dough is fine. I love to get them at the fair, but with no salt of course. The end.
Jenn
they’re salty and delicious. A pound of bread and too much sodium, tangeled into a delicious carnival treat. Indian style snack, and nobody should lack.
Lana
How does one begin to describe a pretzel? It is simply impossible to decipher where the deliciousness stems from. It is literally dough in a cool shape an now I have 30 seconds left and nothing to write so I’m just going to ramble on, correct my spelling errors and maybe insert the word pretzel in places pretzel.
She handed him the pretzel. A current of hatred still ran through her. She had to be cordial. But what did he expect? Once they had been in love, not she could barely look at him. She wished she didn’t have to continue this charade.
It’s food in Germany ;D it’s like baronka in Lithuania ;D it’s mostly salt
Twisted, warped, wrapped and wrapped like an emotional puzzle. Around and around, endless turned about and twisted until there is no difference between end and beginning.
There was some kid’s magazine that I used to get that had a recipie for making pretzels. My best friend Hal and I tried making them – they turned out yeasty- and a bit too eggy. It’s been more than 30 years ago, I’d love to give them a try again – but only with Hal.
wrapped together like a pretzel
tasting the salt on each others skin
freshly baked – we lie awake
nibbling at our dough-like skin
There yummy, especially when you dip then in cheese. And they have salt on them. And there twisted. Except sometime there not twisted there straight. And sometimes theres hot, and sometimes they come in a bag.
patisserie from deutchland
something cruncy and
Her lips were soft and warm, with a hint of sea salt from the ocean spray. I’d never tasted lips like these. They were unreal, and as I pressed into them, it was hard not to resist holding her closer, squeezing her waist, and feeling her take in a surprised breath. I lifted her up off the ground, and held her tighter, trying to get our bodies to merge together. We stayed that way for a while.
Hmm, pretzel. Or should I say, “Mmm”! The twisted rolls of dough… I’ve never made pretzels, you know. That’s something I should do. What did they originate as? Prayer rewards? They are delicious.
salty. put your tongue through that. girl in formation of. tantalizing and ready for me
i dont know what to write about this word because i dont know the meaning!!
pretzels arent something ive really ever liked. they do have one of the most interesting shapes though. all twisted and almost heart shaped. i guess thats what a heart is; beautiful and twisted all at the same time. you never know what youll get. salty or sweet.
i like pretzels, sometimes salty, but very tasty. they remind me of carnivals, and flea markets, when there is nothing left but to eat that. and i”m still satisfied. it kind of reminds me of being a child and munching on salty snacks. :)
Salty pretzels. The smell of the fresh baked ones fill the air. The taste on your tongue. They’re warm and soft. And sometimes you eat too much and the salt burns your tongue a bit. But it’s all part of the pleasure that pretzels are :)
Pretzels are salty. Sometimes they’re too salty and they make my tongue hurt. I like soft baked pretzels that you buy at food stands. I don’t really like the hard little ones that you buy in plastic bags at the grocery store. The big ones are great at christmas. One time I went to the stanley park christmas train and ate one for the first time with my two friends Misa and Sabine. It was so good :)
Delicious, moist, salty goodness. Usually found during sports events at concession stands. In the shape of a knot. Brown and crisp.
Falling into the small ravine, Jensen landed among a brace of downed saplings and weeds among the rocks and found himself lodged in the mess of sticks and wet grays ash like a pretzel. How the fuck am I getting out of this one, he thought to himself, the pulsing green glow looming on his face.
Pretzel, honestly? I can’t work with this -_-‘ My special lady favours them, however.
pretzel
in the summer i used to eat these with my mother on the beach by the house that she grew up in. she’d get nostalgic of the good old days before she moved to the city. she met my father, by this old vacation home of hers. they were at a dinner party, on the lawn, in the moonlight. he’d just gotten back from viet nam, but his father pulled a few strings to get him back with “his type” in the states.
i never liked pretzels. I can remember being in preschool, at the Dalton school during the summer. I ate a pretzel once during that summer and from then on, i never like the taste of them. People tell me that I should, but it’s just not something I like sort of like with goldfish which everyone seems to love.
they are food. salty . well there are several flavors and many shapes. they sell them in aunt antie’s pretzel. i dont like them at all. marifer loves them. they are brownish. many peoplelike them. they are not my favorite food.
People who can twist their bodies into a pretzel really weird me out. I know they’re just double jointed, but it’s just freaky. In related news, pretzels are good to eat.
whirly salt.
grazing and lager with a long lost friend.
what a pretzel of thoughts, clustered into my brain. forks in the road, later crashing. i pause to stare into each direction, hoping for a sign.
rods. twists. salt. bland. soft. cheese. chocolate covered. yogurt covered. peanut butter filled. crunchy. snack food. inexpensive.
Peanut butter-filled pretzels are my sister’s favorite snack. Her husband ate the whole bag that she left in the car, making my sister very annoyed. But he was on R&R from deployment so she wasn’t allowed to be that mad at him. The next day we went to My Organic Market (MOMs) and she bought a new bag.
My life had become so twisted in the last week alone. Reality struck hard, leaving me to pick up the pieces. But I wasn’t going to let it get to me. I made the process as painless and quick as possible. And I got through another day. Such is life.
salty. intricately twisted bites that make the perfect snack for anywhere or anytime.
I reached in the bag, avoiding all the pretzels. What was wrong with the pretzels? In comparison to the chex squares and the cheesy triangles they didn’t compare. I took one out, examining it closer. They twisted and turned, making connections, the salt crystals decorating the surface. I popped the pretzel into my mouth. Perhaps by eating the pretzel I would be able to look beyond the surface and make those connections more often.
I especially like them when they’re covered in cinnamon and sugar. We get those at the mall every week. But I really hate the ones covered in salt…they’re sort of repulsive.
And I only eat the big, puffy, cooked ones. I used to say that I was allergic to the ones in the snack bags.
And if it’s covered in chocolate, I swear I will eat it.
I take a piece of pretzel every morning for breakfast. Sometimes I use some butter and a tinge of sugar.
“your friends ate so many pretzels”, said his roommate to him the next morning. i swear i only ate about 10 of those tiny little pretzels, because my mouth was so dry anyway and it took me about a minute to chew the first one. but perhaps i ate more.
I love the salty, sharp crispiness of pretzels, with their lip-sticking skin peeling gum shredding tendency, so nice when you need that shot of sodium chloride, and the satisfying snap crunch mastication pulpiness of the act of taking something man made and reversing time to return it to the pulp from which it came.
in a land near the sea lives the gimp
he feasts on fish eggs and shrimp
when he feels unwell
he’ll eat a gin soaked pretzel
and dance on the back of a chimp
With English mustard please.
George Bush doesn’t like these anymore. I love them, but not with a lot of salt. Just plain dough is fine. I love to get them at the fair, but with no salt of course. The end.
they’re salty and delicious. A pound of bread and too much sodium, tangeled into a delicious carnival treat. Indian style snack, and nobody should lack.
How does one begin to describe a pretzel? It is simply impossible to decipher where the deliciousness stems from. It is literally dough in a cool shape an now I have 30 seconds left and nothing to write so I’m just going to ramble on, correct my spelling errors and maybe insert the word pretzel in places pretzel.
smell of the crowded city in the morning. bakeries, brakes, jobs
sunny day summer