Do you ever get a craving that won't go away until you give in?
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I'd like you to meet my craving. I wasn't craving pretzels, I was just craving something to go with spicy brown mustard.
I'd been craving mustard since the fourth of July, when I saw a vendor at Fenway Park hold up a fistful of mustard packets to go with the pretzels he was selling.
Nine days later I found myself still craving spicy brown mustard, only now I wanted fresh-baked pretzels as well. Giant fresh-baked pretzels, like they sell at the Red Sox game!
So I made my own.
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