pretzel dawgz

this week was a terrible week. like trrrrrble trrrible. i was working in CT on Wednesday, and after a long day the prospect of my 2 hour drive home to Albany seemed pretty unsurmountable. whatever is a girl to do? 1) go to Forever 21 and treat yourself to a lil something something. because you deserve it. 2) say F to what is supposed to be a week (M-F only) of eating well, and get yourself a dang pretzel dog. oh hell yes.

(pic note: my nails were perfect before the day started. ho-hum)

it had been a while since i let myself indulge in one of these tasty devils from Pretzel Maker (formerly known as Pretzel Time), so after wiener was in hand (hehe!), i was actually PUMPED for my drive home (also... they are quite a convenient car food...why don't they have tiny pretzel stand drive-thrus? cha-ching$!). first things first tho... had to take a pic. i was shaking so much from hunger i had quite a photoshoot in my car before i got a clear shot. if you ever need to feel like you're doing something completely criminal, sit alone in your car in a parking lot, and take pictures of your wiener. when a car pulled in next to me, i actually threw my phone across the car and booked out of there... apparently my intincts knew before i did that i was being a complete creeper.

first bite. WOW, this is one salty dog! yar matey! and not from the pretzel salt, it was the meat (meat?) jacked UPPP on a sodium party. yamma hamma. this is not your average hotdog. 2 other things i noticed: 1) they wrapped the hotdog in a thin ribbon of pretzel, which is nice b/c it's like a perforated line spaced out just enough for each bite... you'll never bite into solid pretzel and risk not breaking through the pretzel shell, whereby popping the dog out the other end and leaving a hollow pretzel tube. 2) the pretzel is THIN... not as puffy as it used to be... with such a strong salty dog, i actually have a hard time tasting the pretzelly goodness. seemed like they might have worked their ribbon too hard here... we're making a pretzel dog, dawg, not a mummy. i paired this with day-old water from my car, which had slight notes of aged chapstick. it complimented my meal nicely, helping to balance out the large sodium uptake i was experiencing.

all in all, the p-dawg wasn't AS GOOD as i remember it, but these things are still SUCH a freaking delight that i will forever continue to indulge in. even with a proportion flaw which i seemed to focus on here, this little treat did turn my frown upside down. for a snack rating, p-dawgz in general are a 7 *******. need to visit Auntie Annes soon to do a comparision. drive home was definitely plagued with naughty-dinner guilt, accompanied by 2 hours straight of listening to the radio on scan to clutter my thoughts from the day. drive-on sociopath mode, drive-on.