I walk into my parents’ house to see this pot sitting on their kitchen counter top. My parents do some unusual things so . . .
I’m curious. What is in it? Maybe some tasty soup? A rabbit? Or . . . .
PRETZELS! Of course! How could it not be pretzels?! I always put pretzels in pots on the kitchen counter top. Clearly, this is where pretzels should always be. Pretzel soup, anyone?
Ahh, parents. They are so strange.