Fresh Morning Crust

I jogged outside and caught the rich aroma of toasted grain drifting from the corner bakery! Out on the sidewalk patio, a fresh wooden crate rested beside a sturdy metal cafe chair. Right atop a paper tray sat a thick, braided pretzel sprinkled with coarse white salt crystals. Talk about a hearty morning workout! I bounded up onto the slatted seat, squared my feet, and wrapped both hands firmly around the sturdy pretzel loop. With a booming chuckle, I gave it a solid test lift! Crisp, solid, and smelling like pure victory.