Yet I plow right ahead. The very first item I made last year when I started teaching myself to cook/bake was buttery soft pretzels. Since then, they’ve become the recipe I repeat the most, and I whipped up another batch over the weekend. Chewy on the inside, crusty on the outside, a bit sweet, and so much better than those mall-bought pretzels. For real. I boycott the mall, and it has nothing to do with the time I fought three security guards in the food court while naked.
If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by, and I’ll toast us up some buttery goodness.
