I should get paid for this. (Hint, hint… Rold Gold, are you listening?) But I’m not. I just really love these little pretzels *that* much. I was introduced to these tasty morsels of b-utter deliciousness about five years ago. I fell in love. And then one day as a nonchalantly strolled down the snack aisle to snag another bag, they were gone! ((POOF)) Just like that. They vanished.
Not to panic, surely another store in town carried them, right? Wrong. I searched in vain for about three years. I never walked past the pretzels without wishing they would reappear– hoping for some old, stale bag that a stock-boy had missed– anything to get my fix.
And then it happened. We ran into Meijer yesterday to snag some Super Washing Soda (you know, because I make my own laundry detergent. I’m cool like that. Or, um… maybe not.) and strawberries. I was walking past an end cap and, of course, the pretzels caught my eye (because a love affair like ours never really dies).
The angels began singing! (They were happy for me.)
The pretzels were resurrected from the Rold Gold grave!!! My heart is happy. My life is complete.
…I’m going to go eat lunch now.
And furthermore, I cannot recommend highly enough that you go throw a bag–or 30– into your shopping cart. Now.