THE BAVARIAN PRETZEL THAT RUINED ALL OTHER PRETZELS FOR ME (And It Lives at a Yarn Festival in Estes Park)
I need to talk about a pretzel.
Not the mall kind. Not the bagged, crunchy, vaguely salty kind that comes in a sack the size of a throw pillow. Not even the soft, doughy, cinnamon-sugar-optional thing …
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