Yummy, crunchy, just enough seasoning!!!❤️❤️❤️😊 the best

These things are so addicting I could eat a 1 lb bag by myself everyday I haven’t been able to find the cinnamon sugar ones but I’m looking forward to trying them too

Pretzels are the best ever! I dont usually like pretzels.

Chapter 1: Love at First Crunch It was a Tuesday—or maybe a Thursday; time had lost all meaning since the pandemic—when I first locked eyes with her. There, in the snack aisle of my local grocery store, bathed in the fluorescent glow of existential dread and discounted cereal, she sat: Dot’s Homestyle Pretzels, Parmesan Garlic Seasoned Twists. The bag was modest, unassuming even, but the description? "Perfectly dusted with a mouthwatering blend of buttery, savory garlic and rich parmesan flavor." I scoffed. "Hyperbole," I muttered, tossing her into my cart with the reckless abandon of a man who had not yet experienced true love. Chapter 2: The First Bite (A.K.A. The Moment My Taste Buds Proposed) Back home, I tore open the bag with the urgency of a raccoon attacking a trash can. The aroma hit me like a freight train of umami. Garlic. Butter. Parmesan. A dusting of what I can only assume was culinary crack (MSG, you beautiful, misunderstood wizard). The first twist touched my lips. Time stopped. Angels sang. Or maybe that was just the sound of my own involuntary moaning. Either way, I knew: This was it. The snack I would think about at 3 a.m. The snack I would defend in heated online debates. The snack I would consider divorcing my partner for if they ever dared to finish the bag without me. Chapter 3: The Dark Truth (It’s Hershey. HERSHEY.) Days turned into weeks. My love for Dot’s Pretzels grew into an obsession. I Googled her. I needed to know everything. And then… I saw it. "Manufactured by Hershey." Hershey? The chocolate people? The same company responsible for those waxy "kisses" that taste like disappointment and broken dreams? How? Why? Was this some kind of corporate sleight of hand? A glitch in the Matrix? I spiraled. Had my entire understanding of snack physics been a lie? Was Hershey actually a front for a clandestine flavor laboratory run by renegade chefs and/or witches? Chapter 4: The Honeymoon Phase (and the Subsequent Intervention) I bought six bags. Then twelve. I started carrying them in my coat pockets "for emergencies." My friends staged an intervention. "Sarah, you can’t marry a pretzel," they pleaded. "Watch me," I hissed, clutching my bag like Gollum with the One Ring. Chapter 5: Happily Ever After (Until the Next Flavor Drop) And so here we are. Me, Dot’s Pretzels, and a love so pure, so savory, that not even the revelation of Hershey’s involvement could taint it. Some say true love doesn’t exist. Those people have clearly never tried Parmesan Garlic Seasoned Twists. The End. (Or just the beginning of my lifelong commitment to MSG-laden bliss.) P.S. Dot, if you’re reading this, call me. Let’s make this official. I’ll wear a pretzel-themed wedding dress. You bring the dust.