My first pretzels ever were the hard, tiny, salt encrusted ones. Just thinking about them now brings back those memories. Of munching on them while doing other things. Watching movies, chatting - actually more like giggling - into the night with bosom buddies, staring blankly at nothing in particular, crying over stupid things, thoroughly engrossed in a book and there's nothing else to chase away the hunger pangs, bundled up on the couch watching TV. I could say and the list goes on, but that's it. My list is short.
Recently, my fav coffee place offered something new - a pretzel! I'm always game for something new so I tried and fell in love. I looked up pretzels (on wikipedia, where else but) and was surprised to find out the range of pretzel versions out there. This one apparently is an Austrian version. It's yummy soft and goes extremely well with cream cheese on top and a cappuccino on the side. How can it be more perfect? A good book, a sunny with a whisper of a breeze type morning and a big shady tree to sit under. Perfect.