Picture this: My roommate and I are standing in the kitchen, watching a pot of water attempt to boil. One of us narrates aloud; "here we are in our mid-twenties, watching water boil." In a furry to avoid the dreary road of observation this comment could lead to, i choose the "hey, what's this in my hands" method of conversation alteration: "you know, i really like these Rold Gold Honey Wheat Pretzel Twists," which is true. They're damn good.
"Why don't you have a blog yet?" he asks.
"You really think people are interested in my favorite pretzels?"
"sure," he says, prying the melted rice-in-a-bag plastic from the side of the sauce pan.
hmmmmm....
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