A Tasty Crunchy Discovery

My morning drink only stoked the fire in my gut—I needed real food! I gripped the vertical cedar slat with both boots, sliding down the trellis like a swift streak straight to the stone planter rim below. Wedged right beside a clump of dry garden moss was a treasure: a crispy, golden pretzel stick dropped on the stone! It was nearly as long as my arm and dusted with fat crystals of salt. I planted my boots wide, hoisted the pretzel stick right over my shoulder like a heavy training staff, and took a massive, crunchy bite. That savory salt punch instantly refueled my chakra!