I'm not particularly proud to admit this, but for the past seven days or so I've stopped at Trader Joe's every evening in a serious but futile attempt to purchase one item and one item only: a bag of Chocolate Covered Peanut Butter Pretzels. (Insert dreamy sigh here.)
Up until this time I was harboring under the delusion that my relationship with this snack treat was casual; non-committal, even. How naive I was.
I never knew how much they truly meant to me until I walked into Trader Joe's one day and they weren't there. Hmmm.
I decided to inquire as to their whereabouts, in as disinterested and blase an attitude as I could muster. "Um, do you think you'll be getting any of those chocolate peanut butter pretzel things in?" I won't lie; upon doing this, I immediately reached a new low. But they HAD to be somewhere on the premises, goddammit! And my question wasn't so far fetched, since the employees were unloading a shipment as we spoke. Couldn't they unpack those effing crates any faster!?
The guy disappeared to check with his manager while I waited in shame over by the tortilla chips. He then returned and delivered the somber news that they did not, in fact, have any pretzels in stock; but they'd definitely be getting a shipment in tomorrow.
Tomorrow. It seemed so very far away. At least I'd only have to wait 24 hours.
The next day I left work with a spring in my step. I'd even joked to my work friends about having been so desperate for my chocolate pretzels that I'd actually asked after them. It was all SO hilarious.
They didn't have them. Trader Joe's didn't f**king have them! I stared in disbelief at the empty shelf, shaking my head to and fro. The label was there, describing the item; the price was there, the only things missing were...my pretzels! But...but...but...the kid said they'd be in today. He LIED to me! The sonofabitching bastard.
I had a very bad problem.
I went back the following day. They were closed. Well, I suppose it was the Fourth of July, and all, the celebration of our nation's independence, blah, blah, blah...
I had a monkey on my back. And he was covered in chocolate.
Went back Sunday. Nada.
Monday. Zilch.
Tuesday. Nil. Goose egg. Nuthin'!
Hubby, being the sweet, caring man that he is, offered to go out and fetch me something else. Some other delectable snack treat, perchance. He even suggested pretzels, chocolate and peanut butter might be a nice idea. Ha! I laughed scornfully. That wouldn't even remotely be the same! And I wasn't interested in any Nestle's Flipz, either. I didn't want a cheap imitation of these pretzels, I wanted the real effing deal! It was making me grumpy. (And a little insane.)
By Wednesday evening I'd given up entirely. Who needs 'em? That sort of thing. I even wondered if perhaps my memory wasn't embellishing their scrumptiousness, making them seem tastier than they actually were. Was my admiration for them truly that mighty, or had their abrupt absence merely made my heart grow fonder? I walked into Trader Joe's that night to pick up a few things for dinner and almost forgot to even check the shelf that was once home to that delightful high calorie treat.
But wait! There, collectively beaming up at me, were bags upon bags of chocolate covered peanut butter pretzels! Oh, sweet Jesus! It was a modern day miracle. I nearly wept for joy. I'd been presenting a brave face to the world at large, but now, at last, it was over.
Serving size: about six pieces. Calorie Content: 200 per serving. I tried to stay within the six piece parameter but who the hell was I kidding. I can't expect to be civilized when it comes to these suckers. I offered to share with Hubby, but he politely declined. Perhaps he doesn't want me to run out. EVER AGAIN.
These pretzels are good. Dangerously good. Too good for their own good. That bag is gone, having been eaten by myself in two sittings, over two consecutive evenings. I marvel, even now, at my miraculous self-control. I stopped at Trader Joe's tonight to pick up another bag. It's all very casual, I'll probably just have one or two...I can stop at any time...I swear...
STOP JUDGING ME!!!!




