Pretzel Logic

Pretzel, Anybody?

Pretzel, Anybody?

Normally when I wake up bleary-eyed after a long Saturday night I shortly go out in search of Vitamin G to cure what ails me. Lately, however, I have gone straight to the Capitol Hill Farmers Market every Sunday at 11am sharp to get an insanely delicious pretzel from Mike at Heavenly Pastry and Cake. Heavenly was founded by his wife, Allison (who used to work at Cupcake Royale); they are up at the crack of dawn cranking out pretzels (and a plethora of pastries and breads as well) by hand.

Banish all thoughts of a dry, bland soft pretzel, spinning under the heat lamp at various professional sporting events. These have a chewy, toothsome crust and an airy interior that would shame many baguettes. The secret, according to Mike, is time: you have to let the dough rise until it is overflowing, then punch out the air and let it rise again. Kosher salt on top finishes it off but, if you must gild the lily, a bottle of yellow mustard is on hand:

Mike brings 180 pretzels to the Capitol Hill market, and, at only $2 each, often sells out. According to Mike there have been no incidents of pretzel rage, but he has had people remark incredulously, “How could you run out?!?” What is it about the humble pretzel that inspires such passion, comfort, and emotion? Find out for yourself at the Capitol Hill market, or Fridays at Madison Valley and Saturdays at Magnolia. Or for the ultimate food and drink pairing, head to Elliot Bay Brewing in West Seattle for a beer and a pretzel. (Mike does admit that the humble pretzel is also a fine match with a humble, well-chilled PBR.)

2 Comments so far

  1. tonyb on August 11th, 2008 @ 11:06 am

    I am almost (almost, but not quite) ashamed to admit this, but I love the fake nacho cheese with my fresh pretzels. I’ve been known to make a batch of pretzels at home and then run to Costco for the GIANT can of nacho cheese that then takes me weeks and weeks to get rid of. I end up taking large tupperware dishes full of the stuff over to peoples houses with anything I can dip into it just to get rid of it. My favorite pairing though is a fresh hot pretzel with salt and butter on it and then dip it into the cheese while I drink beer. My wife said that this is what will probably kill me, but I don’t care. I love fake nacho cheese and butter pretzels with my beer.

  2. jameson on August 11th, 2008 @ 1:04 pm


    I admire your pride and enthusiasm; my cardiologist would strangle me if I she knew I ate a pretzel with butter and cheese. They probably only sell oil-drum sized containers of nacho cheese at Costco.

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