Sometimes I feel like my brain is bipolar. One minute it’s telling me, just stop cooking carb laden things, if it’s not in the house, you won’t eat it (and that’s very true. I have no problem avoiding buying things to eat but when they’re accessible, game over). The next minute, I’m coming up with these ideas for recipes that are the exact opposite of what I just told myself to do like doughy homemade apple cinnamon pretzel twists.
I spent the better half of a day making this dough, rolling these out, boiling and baking them only to take them out of the oven, give them their 15 minutes of fame in front of the camera and promptly pack them all up and drive them 30 minutes to Ulysses’ work.
12 apple cinnamon pretzel twists in my house with goat’s milk caramel at my disposal were just too dangerous.