September 2, 2009 at 12:39 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

The first time I tasted roast corn-flavoured pretz, I Fell In Love.  I loved how the crunch of the long thin stick would be accompanied by the saltiness of the flavouring and the faint whiff of roast corn.  I would eat an entire pack half a stick at a time.  It was delicious.  Sometimes I would pair the pretz up with a sweet tasting soft drink.  The way the a gulp of coke would leave a lingering sweetness in my mouth that served to emphasize the salty flavour of the pretz, and the way the salty aftertaste of the pretz would make the coke so much sweeter was an experience that I enjoyed immensely.

I loved it so much that I thought about an imaginary place dedicated to making roast corn-flavoured pretz.  There would be fields of wheat and corn, salt mines, spice plantations as well as factories where all the ingredients would be transported to make roast corn-flavoured pretz.  Everyone would do their own part in the process to ensure a continuous supply of scrumptious pretz.  A large proportion of it would be eaten by the local populace, while the remaining portion would be traded for beverages to go along with the pretz: soft drinks, fruit juices, liquors.  Or we could use the pretz to trade for other items of necessity.  I had started onto thinking about using pretz as a currency as well as wondering how Meiji, the actual company behind Pretz in real life, manufactured their pretz, before I fell asleep.
It was years and years later, a few months ago, that I remembered that dream.  And realised that back then, I had formed what would basically have been a communist system, with an economy based on roast corn-flavoured pretz.  I am surprised at how a young version of me would have come up with a communist system back when I was still completely innocent and unaware of the world.  I was reading fiction and general science and wasn’t interested in politics back then.  Nowadays, I read more widely.  I’ve also had thoughts of taking over the world as supreme dictator just so that I could make countries allocate more resources into scientific research, but thats a story for another day.


Meanwhile, back on Earth, a new academic year has started.  Good luck to everyone, good luck to me and my hilarious English Masters course where the professor treats everyone like a kid and may we all find a job.

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  1. How dare you!

    SALAD PRETZ is superior to all.

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