Making pretzels was a disaster. This is a picture of a couple of the best! And they tasted worse than they look.
It's Lent. Pretzels look like monks praying with their arms crossed. At least, that's what they're supposed to represent.
How does one mature in an immature environment? My "cloistered brothers" were telling me that they feel sorry and don't know...
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