A Crisp Grid Stomp

I slipped out through the front entryway and strolled down the sidewalk until the sweet, buttery scent of baked bread pulled me straight through the bakery door! Sitting right on the low edge of the glass counter was a woven cooling rack piled high with warm, golden pretzel knots. The crisscrossed coarse salt crystals sprinkled on top formed the most irresistible rough geometric lattice! Gripping a sturdy wooden toothpick left in a sample cup, I used it as a vaulting pole to hop cleanly right onto the thickest pretzel twist. The warm glazed crust gave a tiny crunch under my feet, holding me perfectly steady as I checked out the swirls!