We all have that one thing from childhood that brings us back, no matter where we are in our life’s journey. Mine is pretzels. Doesn’t matter if they are, big, hot, right off the cart with a chewy outside and soft inside or if they’re bought in a bag at the supermarket, I love them.
My dad is a pretzel guy. He love them, too. We almost always had a bag in the house. Of course, as he’s an alcoholic, pretzels are a favorite “go to” snack of the bar scene. Anyway, I’ve made homemade pretzels, shared them with my friends, eaten them while snuggled up with my son watching a movie or tv show and I can’t think of a single thing that I couldn’t do and be able to snack on them. Maybe swimming. Nah, I could go swimming and still snack on them. LOL!
I’ve dipped them in any number of mustards, mustard dressings and mustard BBQ sauce. I’ve also dipped them and smothered them in various cheeses. I’ve even seen them at the grocery store, sold as pretzel buns and had to have them. Especially if I could have turkey and swiss on it, smothered in a nice, stoneground, spicy mustard.
Why am I talking pretzels? Well, I’ve been sitting here, snacking on these little pretzel sticks and flashed back to my childhood and all the crazy times we had. We camped, swam, ran, jumped, biked, hiked, went on boat rides, climbed trees, etc. all while bringing my tasty snack along. Sometimes when mom would make our lunches, I’d beg for pretzels as my snack instead of a snack cake. I remember my parents had a “reel to reel” player and some Saturdays we would listen to the music all day long. We danced, we played, and we’d snack on pretzels. Then, if we were lucky, dad would grill up some dogs and burgers.
Such nostalgia comes in droves sometimes and I get lost in the memories. I thought I’d share it with you. I have a treasure trove of beautiful memories stored up and I’m using them to blot out the hard, painful ones. The ones that give me nightmares. The ones that keep me up at night.
Hold onto the good memories. Toss the bad ones aside with the trash. It isn’t easy. I know that better than most. However; it’s good for us to toss the bad ones out. Learn from them, maybe; but don’t dwell there.
Pretzels are the bomb for me. I love them and all their varieties. I love the memories they bring and the taste that reminds me of simpler times.