Chili Pretzel Pit Stop

Night rolled in and my fuel gauge hit absolute zero. I dashed inside and scrambled up the wooden stool legs straight onto the kitchen counter. Jackpot! An open bowl of salty mini pretzel twists sat right next to a closed chili powder tin. I hoisted one pretzel up like an epic golden steering wheel, nudged the shaker loose, and dipped the crisp knot right into the spicy red dust. First bite had a crunchy snap and fiery kick that totally woke up my sneakers! A hedgehog can't run on empty, and this was peak gourmet power-up material.