Sunday, June 22, 2008

Pretzyls

HELP! I've been overcome by a crazed pretzyl monster...it took me by surprise this afternoon. They were offered up as something new...a new recipe...something I'd never seen before. Cautiously I tasted them...hmmm...not bad. Not bad at all. But, after all, not chocolate...therefore I was fooled into thinking I could resist.

I closed the bag. Then opened the bag. And closed it up again. And opened it again. And again!

I took that bag home and hid it from the kids! No one knows the trouble Gramma goes to in hiding goodies from the kids. I went upstairs. That bag called out in a whisper, "Gramma... Grammmmmmmma..." until I could no longer resist! I ran downstairs, grabbed that bag, and now...only the salty crumbs in my keyboard will ever tell the sordid saga behind Gramma's swollen ankles.

Teresa, don't give me that recipe no matter how much I beg, plead, threaten, cajole, promise...at least until I am securely enrolled in a 12-step Pretzyl-quitting program!

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Scott, Teresa and Gabby said...

You are way to funny!! Ok I won't give you the recipe. Scott says I should just post it on my blog. :)

I'll just have to occasionally share some of what we make so that you won't have to worry about eating to many of them at a time.

I'm glad that you enjoyed them but I hope that your ankles won't get too swollen. :)

June 22, 2008 at 11:24 PM

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