Making pretzels and memories
Okay, I don’t remember the recipe for making homemade pretzels (I will have to find one to share) but I have photographs and pictures in my mind of the day we made pretzels. It was on our dairy farm in Missouri. Come to think of it. I don’t know why we didn’t do it more often. It was so much fun.
I made the dough, the kids rolled it out and made the dough into the shape of a pretzel. I put the pretzels in the oven and then when they were done, we sprinkled sea salt on them. I remember they were yummy.
My daughters were so cute. They had little scarves on their head like their mommy. I really have to dig out those pictures and share them with you.
I think it really helps to get your kids into the kitchen and instill some interest in baking/cooking. Brian seems to like to grill out a lot. He is 36 now.
Brian was my first child and unfortunately, he ate a lot of over-cooked meals as I learned to cook. I wasn’t really allowed in the kitchen much when I was a kid. Mom was so particular about sanitary/cleanliness kind of stuff. So, I didn’t know much about cooking when I got married. When Brian got to be a teenager, I noticed he liked everything on the burnt side.
Speaking of food, if you want a great cake in Raleigh, NC…go to www.pipacakes.com. You can order a cake and it will be beautiful and delicious.