Thursday the 24th, Amy had a poetry reading at school and was invited to bring snacks/treats to share with the whole class. Because soft pretzels are now her specialty, she opted to make some for her class. She needed 30, she had enough dough to make 30. As her father entered the kitchen from his long commute from the basement, he snagged two of the pretzels and promptly ate them. It took Amy a short while to notice that she now had only had 28 pretzels. "Who ate my pretzels?" she cried in alarm. Her father calmly replied, "I did." She proceeded to not so calmly express to her father that she needed every one of those pretzels for her class on Friday.
To make her happy, Chris offered to make another batch for her. Not exactly what he had planned to do in his short amount of available time before having a meeting at the church, but it made her happy, and we had some pretzels to take with us on our road trip.
Just for the record, Chris and Amy make amazing soft pretzels.
