I’m German. And that’s the o-so-German-stereotype. And it isn’t even called pretzel in German, it’s Bretzel. Come on Americans, when you try to mock us ( or steal a word and transform it into English), at least use the right words!
Crunch, crunch, it’s so salty and sweet. It looks like the infinity symbol grew legs and tried to walk away, but it was was too late and we crunch crunched it until it was nothing but crumbs.
I twisted my pretzel back out to a straight line. It was impossible until I let it soak in gin for about an hour. It was worth the wait. Best darn pretzel I ever had.
twisted, carb thining with salt and butter sometimes. All twised and curved but edible and filling. dffferent sies shapes and tastes. twised is not always a bad thing – it can be good and salty and filling. It can also be twised like a pretzel
I love pretzel’s because they are just delicious. I like how they are the icon image of New York. They are so yummy in my tummy. They can either be straight, curved, circular — you name it! Either way, the saltiness is divine. You’ll love them too
i used to be a pretzel,i found out when my father a salted peanut had an incident with our rabbi.it shocked me at the time but i believe i am from quite recpected line of salted snacks
as she waited for the ship to disperse,she tried to convince herself that andy was just a machine.but she hated his twisted pretzel logic. she hated that he had killed kent.
The girl was eating a pretzel when it happened. Boom, Her world was drawn up in a firestorm. A flash, heat, and she was a spirit, floating above Hiroshima. Wow, she thought. What happened?
Complicated in shape, like her, Brutaliya loved the pretzel. She would eat them for hours on end, sitting at the edge of the Scape, watched the moons rise above the falling waterfalls. Servitors would bring pretzels to her as she sat, sometimes they would sing to her. When someone with such power wants something, you give it to them.
When my brother and I were younger we made pretzels one day. I remember beating the dough while following the recipe in a child’s cook book that was once a gift. We created silly shapes, making the classic ampersand looking design but once. We made dolphins and turtles and cats and letters. Sprinkling little dashes of salt on them. They were delicious for only the first bite and then we realized we should share our creation with my mother, so proud we had worked together on something.
The heartache that follows when someone bends over backwards, through flaming hoops and squeezing themselves in to a persona that isn’t who they are and how their meant to shape, it astounding. the things a a person goes through to please others
Pretzels are swirly.
I think they come with salt on the top
It’s sharp and clear, like little crystals
Like treasure
Treasure-food!
Must be very expensive, pretzels, with diamonds on top
(I don’t eat pretzels
Probably for the best
The diamonds would break my teeth!)
Swirly swirly dough
Twisted into funny shapes!
Pretzel-icious!
Diamond-twisty-pretzel-food!
We always got pretzels after school and he always complained that the only reason he would get them would be so that he could give it to me later and it would keep me quiet. I should have known from them that the relationship was doomed but I saw it as kindness.
Pretzels are so delicious. Me personally I like to eat my pretzels with nutella. It’s interesting the world pretzel because I used to be able to twist my body into a pretzel. I’d rather eat them. They’re salty delicious and I will probably have high blood pressure one day because of how many I eat on a daily basis.
i like soft pretzels however i hate salty and crunchy pretzels. makes me think of the mall or maybe a fair of some sort. i dont like the spicy cheese that comes with some of the pretzels. i have to be in the mood for a pretzel. or for anything salty.
Hot buttery pretzels, with big grains of salt dipped into a plastic cup filled with raspberry jam. We bought them at the kiosk in the mall on our shopping trips and ate them for supper, sometimes with an orange banana smoothie before driving back home.
The big doughy pretzel was dripping mustard onto his t-shirt in the movie theater. The sharp vinegar smell surrounded the warm sweet smell of the buttered popcorn that sat in his daughters lap.
It’s hard when you’ve been on a long break and you come back to writing and you go to your desk to find your notes all twisted and warped. You spend a few seconds shuffling papers looking for that combination that locked it solid and certain and clean before the mental holiday. Seconds lapse into minutes before you realize you’ve spent an hour mindless leafing through old copies of game informer and haven’t even touched a pen yet.
pretzel is d name of a flower i think..but i don’t know what it actually means..just thought it might be a flower..don’t know why..maybe it is not a flower..it may also be a small crisp shiny biscuit, having salt on the outside.
I have never eaten a pretzel.
This is quite a predicament as I now do not have a proper base experience to use while writing this text.
Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Onwards to the next! (Can it be ‘donut’? Please?)
The word pretzel is usually a fairly neutral word, a Switzerland as it were. But today after coming across this site on stumble upon and seeing the word pretzel repeatedly its starting to evoke some unpleasant feelings of frustration. I dont know much about pretzels other than sometimes they are cakey things other times those odd biscuity things with the salty bits and a indescribable taste.
warm salty delicious pretzels are at carnavals with lights glowing in the night sky and the sound of cheerful music mingling with the sound of laughter of children enjoying the rides and thrills of life throughout its many rides and wonders
Pretzel again? Well, I’m not going to write some art-house fiction. All it makes me think of is the café on Little Clarendon St where we used to get sandwiches between lectures. Now everyone else has gone to Beijing and I was left behind. Surreal. But still there, getting sandwiches between lectures.
The steam has already grown over all windows and hand prints lay along each of our backsides. Legs are wrapped around eachother in a pretzel configuration, its nothing but hot.
The taste was gritty one her tongue, never a flavor she had liked. But she ate it happily because he had bought it for her, and gazed up at the twinkling ferris wheel lights with serene joy. She was here, and he was here with her, wanted to be here with her. Nothing could be better.
salty flour-based pastry, does it come from new york? i don’t know. you can get mini pretzels in bags, like crisps. they are hard, with lots of salt crystals on them. mmm… salt crystals.
He was wearing his mustard-colored tweed jacket again. Every other day it seemed, he’d be across the street at that cafe, sipping his coffee, reading his daily whatever, wearing that brownish-yellow coat.
Whenever I see that thing, it makes me crave the pretzels that would seem to counter-act its acidic taste. Then, I crave the beer that would wash it all down.
I might be an alcoholic.
I just wrote about this word, but then I made an account so I’ll write about it again. Anyway, this makes me think of carnivals. The pretzels that are big and fluffy. And the odd thing is, I’ve never been to the type of carnival I’m thinking of, but I can still envision it. The people and the music and the fun, all wrapped up in a big soft dough of goodness.
He brought it for her, but she rejected it. Why doesn’t she see him? He look at her as she walks away, laughing with her friends about his stupidity. He should have known, this just keeps happening.
Listen Hoe, i dont wanna redo this word. there are hundreds of words in the world and pretzel, even if it is tastefully pleasing, is not a word i would like to repeat under this circumstance. There are words that would please everyone. Try the word love for instance, it not only has multiple meanings and feelings, it has everyone affected.
Sometimes they make my mouth soooo fuckng dry but they taste sooo good. I love the big salt chunks, and the big and the small. I guess I prefer having small ones most of the times but sometimes the ones at the mall with the cheese dip are cool too.
I’m German. And that’s the o-so-German-stereotype. And it isn’t even called pretzel in German, it’s Bretzel. Come on Americans, when you try to mock us ( or steal a word and transform it into English), at least use the right words!
Crunch, crunch, it’s so salty and sweet. It looks like the infinity symbol grew legs and tried to walk away, but it was was too late and we crunch crunched it until it was nothing but crumbs.
I twisted my pretzel back out to a straight line. It was impossible until I let it soak in gin for about an hour. It was worth the wait. Best darn pretzel I ever had.
twisted, carb thining with salt and butter sometimes. All twised and curved but edible and filling. dffferent sies shapes and tastes. twised is not always a bad thing – it can be good and salty and filling. It can also be twised like a pretzel
I love pretzel’s because they are just delicious. I like how they are the icon image of New York. They are so yummy in my tummy. They can either be straight, curved, circular — you name it! Either way, the saltiness is divine. You’ll love them too
I twisted my arms into a pretzel and waited.
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. “I just don’t like the way this is working out. It wasn’t how I’d imagined it.”
“That’s okay. I’m new at this, too. Someday we’ll be old and believe it’s important to remember this.”
i used to be a pretzel,i found out when my father a salted peanut had an incident with our rabbi.it shocked me at the time but i believe i am from quite recpected line of salted snacks
pretzels. chocolate covered, salted, sweet, large, small, packaged, aunt anne’s. the best. i love pretzels.
as she waited for the ship to disperse,she tried to convince herself that andy was just a machine.but she hated his twisted pretzel logic. she hated that he had killed kent.
The girl was eating a pretzel when it happened. Boom, Her world was drawn up in a firestorm. A flash, heat, and she was a spirit, floating above Hiroshima. Wow, she thought. What happened?
Complicated in shape, like her, Brutaliya loved the pretzel. She would eat them for hours on end, sitting at the edge of the Scape, watched the moons rise above the falling waterfalls. Servitors would bring pretzels to her as she sat, sometimes they would sing to her. When someone with such power wants something, you give it to them.
When my brother and I were younger we made pretzels one day. I remember beating the dough while following the recipe in a child’s cook book that was once a gift. We created silly shapes, making the classic ampersand looking design but once. We made dolphins and turtles and cats and letters. Sprinkling little dashes of salt on them. They were delicious for only the first bite and then we realized we should share our creation with my mother, so proud we had worked together on something.
wtf?
The heartache that follows when someone bends over backwards, through flaming hoops and squeezing themselves in to a persona that isn’t who they are and how their meant to shape, it astounding. the things a a person goes through to please others
Twist, twervy, salty, yummy: pretzel. Yumm when I go to the mall I don’t want ice cream or pizza. I want my pretzel. My yummy salty pretzel.
Pretzels are swirly.
I think they come with salt on the top
It’s sharp and clear, like little crystals
Like treasure
Treasure-food!
Must be very expensive, pretzels, with diamonds on top
(I don’t eat pretzels
Probably for the best
The diamonds would break my teeth!)
Swirly swirly dough
Twisted into funny shapes!
Pretzel-icious!
Diamond-twisty-pretzel-food!
I liked pretzels. That was until he did.
We always got pretzels after school and he always complained that the only reason he would get them would be so that he could give it to me later and it would keep me quiet. I should have known from them that the relationship was doomed but I saw it as kindness.
mi fa schifo, non so che sapore abbia di preciso ma dal suono può solo che nausearmi.
vaffanculo.
is a german bread often sold in the steets of new york and appearing on shows such as friends
Pretzels are so delicious. Me personally I like to eat my pretzels with nutella. It’s interesting the world pretzel because I used to be able to twist my body into a pretzel. I’d rather eat them. They’re salty delicious and I will probably have high blood pressure one day because of how many I eat on a daily basis.
i like soft pretzels however i hate salty and crunchy pretzels. makes me think of the mall or maybe a fair of some sort. i dont like the spicy cheese that comes with some of the pretzels. i have to be in the mood for a pretzel. or for anything salty.
Hot buttery pretzels, with big grains of salt dipped into a plastic cup filled with raspberry jam. We bought them at the kiosk in the mall on our shopping trips and ate them for supper, sometimes with an orange banana smoothie before driving back home.
The big doughy pretzel was dripping mustard onto his t-shirt in the movie theater. The sharp vinegar smell surrounded the warm sweet smell of the buttered popcorn that sat in his daughters lap.
It’s hard when you’ve been on a long break and you come back to writing and you go to your desk to find your notes all twisted and warped. You spend a few seconds shuffling papers looking for that combination that locked it solid and certain and clean before the mental holiday. Seconds lapse into minutes before you realize you’ve spent an hour mindless leafing through old copies of game informer and haven’t even touched a pen yet.
pretzel is d name of a flower i think..but i don’t know what it actually means..just thought it might be a flower..don’t know why..maybe it is not a flower..it may also be a small crisp shiny biscuit, having salt on the outside.
I have never eaten a pretzel.
This is quite a predicament as I now do not have a proper base experience to use while writing this text.
Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Onwards to the next! (Can it be ‘donut’? Please?)
The word pretzel is usually a fairly neutral word, a Switzerland as it were. But today after coming across this site on stumble upon and seeing the word pretzel repeatedly its starting to evoke some unpleasant feelings of frustration. I dont know much about pretzels other than sometimes they are cakey things other times those odd biscuity things with the salty bits and a indescribable taste.
Pretzels are so good when they are butter flavored and you dip them in green onion dip and spicy salsa. For real, It’s like heaven in my mouth!
yum food pretzel stand, salty mustard. stain, tee shirt, summer fair, roller coaster, cotton candy, mustard, ketchup, subway, bologna
warm salty delicious pretzels are at carnavals with lights glowing in the night sky and the sound of cheerful music mingling with the sound of laughter of children enjoying the rides and thrills of life throughout its many rides and wonders
Lines intertwined to created a tantilzing tongue game. Our game, our obsession of pretzels has brought us closer together.
Pretzel again? Well, I’m not going to write some art-house fiction. All it makes me think of is the café on Little Clarendon St where we used to get sandwiches between lectures. Now everyone else has gone to Beijing and I was left behind. Surreal. But still there, getting sandwiches between lectures.
The steam has already grown over all windows and hand prints lay along each of our backsides. Legs are wrapped around eachother in a pretzel configuration, its nothing but hot.
The taste was gritty one her tongue, never a flavor she had liked. But she ate it happily because he had bought it for her, and gazed up at the twinkling ferris wheel lights with serene joy. She was here, and he was here with her, wanted to be here with her. Nothing could be better.
salty flour-based pastry, does it come from new york? i don’t know. you can get mini pretzels in bags, like crisps. they are hard, with lots of salt crystals on them. mmm… salt crystals.
He was wearing his mustard-colored tweed jacket again. Every other day it seemed, he’d be across the street at that cafe, sipping his coffee, reading his daily whatever, wearing that brownish-yellow coat.
Whenever I see that thing, it makes me crave the pretzels that would seem to counter-act its acidic taste. Then, I crave the beer that would wash it all down.
I might be an alcoholic.
I just wrote about this word, but then I made an account so I’ll write about it again. Anyway, this makes me think of carnivals. The pretzels that are big and fluffy. And the odd thing is, I’ve never been to the type of carnival I’m thinking of, but I can still envision it. The people and the music and the fun, all wrapped up in a big soft dough of goodness.
He brought it for her, but she rejected it. Why doesn’t she see him? He look at her as she walks away, laughing with her friends about his stupidity. He should have known, this just keeps happening.
Listen Hoe, i dont wanna redo this word. there are hundreds of words in the world and pretzel, even if it is tastefully pleasing, is not a word i would like to repeat under this circumstance. There are words that would please everyone. Try the word love for instance, it not only has multiple meanings and feelings, it has everyone affected.
Sometimes they make my mouth soooo fuckng dry but they taste sooo good. I love the big salt chunks, and the big and the small. I guess I prefer having small ones most of the times but sometimes the ones at the mall with the cheese dip are cool too.