dippin pretzels

yesterday morning i dipped pretzels in vanilla flavored almond bark and was instantly transported back to childhood.

i vividly remember standing in our kitchen in folsom, taking a hot bowl out of the microwave, quickly stirring, throwing in a bunch of pretzels, stir again, taking them out one by one with a fork and laying them on wax paper to dry. it was night. the light over the stove was on.

not yesterday.
in my memory.

yesterday it was 7am and i was already breaking a sweat from this heat wave we're having.

aaron was skeptical about the vanilla flavoring. i was not to be swayed. he pointed at the chocolate flavoring. i made a disgusted face. having never tried them before, of course he was unsure. now, he's a friend for life.

isn't it amazing how scents and tastes can deliver powerful memories? i haven't had these pretzels in years. over a decade. but, each bite gives a happy memory.

side note: i know it seems like all i did this weekend was bake, eat and make food. i did a few other things, too, so don't judge. normally i'm not like this. or i forget to take pictures of it, so you don't know about it.