A Crunchy Afternoon Fuel

My stomach let out an enormous rumble the second I slipped inside through the open glass door! I dashed across the living room rug and scrambled straight up the low coffee table leg. Resting right on the smooth wooden grain was an open glass saucer holding a colossal, golden pretzel twist dusted with giant white salt crystals! It was shaped like a tangled shield and easily as heavy as my whole torso. I dropped into a wide horse stance, dug both hands under its curved knot, and wrenched it upward with a fierce shout. Snap! One thick loop broke clean off in my grip. I sank my teeth right into the crunchy, toasted crust—savory warmth and pure fuel rushed through me!