These Small-Batch Bakers Are Achieving Pretzel Perfection

Don’t get it twisted. (Or do, actually.)
Brittany Martin • Los Angeles Magazine • April 30, 2021
Pretzels, that most delightfully loopy of bread products, are on the rise in L.A.–and, as happened with the pretzel’s close cousin, the bagel, in recent years, pop-up and Instagram-based artisans are at the vanguard. These makers are hand rolling...
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