This morning I woke up with a bad case of swollen fingers and toes. Why you ask? Well, instead of sampling one of the salty pretzels I made with the kids, I ate 4 - yes, 4. Let me try to redeem myself a bit by saying: they weren't giant, they were my dinner and little Owen ate 2. Not that those things make it any better that I ate 4, but I just couldn't help myself. When Sam got home Owen said, "Dad, Dad come see these - they're smokin' good!" They were, they were really delicious - good enough to eat 4.
I have been on a quest for the perfect pretzel for quite some time and just found this recipe for Soft Buttered Pretzels on the back of the Pillsbury flour bag. They are fairly easy to make, but there is a step where you briefly boil the dough in water with baking soda to get the outside chewy. If you make these, just take care not to let too much of the baking soda water end up on the baking sheet. Hopefully, when they come out of the oven all golden and smelling yeasty and delicious you will be able to show a bit more restraint, but you might just find that 4 doesn't seem like that many.
Here is the first one. Yuck - it's a tosser. The water wasn't hot enough.
You're probably thinking you wouldn't even eat 1 at this point, but just you wait. Here are the ones the kids made - lookin' better:
These are among the 4 I ate...: