My name is Crissie, and I have a problem. I mean, I didn’t SEE heroin in the ingredient deck, I certainly don’t recall adding it, but I guess you wouldn’t then would you? That’s the only explanation for how addicting these pretzels are. It’s like in the after school special when the 16 year old drug dealer gives you a free taste so you’ll be a customer for life. I gave my husband a taste, came back and 3 pretzels were gone. Came back 10 minutes after that and all of the little pretzel tips had been eaten off. I don’t know. I mean, sweet, salty, crunchy, chewy, warm. After your first taste you go through the standard withdrawal symptoms. Anxiety – when will I get more? Poor concentration – what if someone else beats me to them? Racing heart, sweating, social isolation. These pretzels are the spitting image of the mall pretzels that everyone, yes you, are addicted to. CLICK HERE to get the recipe. I also made the cheese sauce on that same page. Heaven isn’t too far away, closer to it every day. Waaa waaaah. And don’t even pretend to think that I didn’t just OVERNIGHT sour cream and onion powder to dunk them in this weekend. Just stop. How many steps are in this pretzel recovery program anyway?
Like I said…PLEASE click here to get the recipe from this darling 19 year old big sister! She has some great looking recipes that I can’t wait to try.
I’d say these are really quite simple to make. They do require a little time though. The whole, bread rising waiting game that’s always hard but never fails.
See, just the tip.