You might not see them at all. They only do business on certain days, and those days follow No Fixed Schedule. It is possible that there is a pattern to when they are there and when they are not, but deciphering that pattern is likely the first challenge they give neophytes who wish to join their ranks. They are the Amish Pretzel Bakers. These people dedicate their lives to the creation of Soft Pretzels; they've given up television and all modern convenience. They have no room for vanity in their Way of the Pretzel, only humility and dedication to the Pretzel.
These people spend years training and learning the Way before they even are allowed out into the world in a sales role. Those who successfully sell The Pretzel for a number of years develop an instinctive knowledge of how to properly make The Pretzel, just by observing those who enjoy it. Once they have learned this, they give up speaking forever, for those who know do not tell, and those who tell do not know. From that moment on, they live in isolation, each day devoted to the creation of The Pretzel.
None of these Amish Pretzel Bakers has ever tasted The Pretzel. No, to do so would be vanity unto blasphemy. But you can taste The Pretzel, and believe me, when they ask you if you want butter on it, you say yes, say yes
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me.
What the heck?
While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in? Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? So, there's a thread of entries under the label of "Pretty", which is the working title for my, ahem, book. Of all things. Anyway, you can see the posts organized into chronological order here:
Pretty Chronology
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2 comments:
I said yes. My eyes were opened. I had found the light and the way. The path was shown to me, and that path had the gentle curves of a pretzel.
mmm - the pretzels. manna from heaven.
did we get the little hot dogs wrapped in pretzel dough when you first visited out here? as far as I'm concerned that's the Philly area equivalent to taking people wine tasting in Napa. Everyone must eat the pretzels and the little hot dogs.
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