{H4} Recipe: Yoga Pretzels

December 9th


Yogi Pretzels

I’ve been doing a lot of yoga lately. A ridiculous amount, really. Someone once said, “When in doubt, take more yoga.” So be it. I’ve even had one or two of those Elizabeth Gilbert moments toward the end of practice when I’m in savasana and tears are pouring down my face.

Yogi Pretzels

Why, hello emotion I’d completely forgotten. So glad you’ve arrived at this very public moment. 

Yogi Pretzels

I got myself into a pickle last year with my church when I wrote a note to the congregation’s national magazine defending yoga as part of my practice as a Christian. Let’s be honest — if there are two things in this world that I’ll never simply “be,” it’s a Christian and and a yogi. I’ll always be practicing — each day with a new twist and turn. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it blows your mind and pumps your system full of so many endorphins, you run outside sweaty, exhausted and completely oblivious to snowy weather.

Yogi Pretzels

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying yoga is a great as God. I’m saying God is so awesome, He gave us ways to connect with the holy spirit — if we so choose. For me, one of those is yoga. Deep in the pigeon pose when I feel like my hiney is en feugo and it is all I can do to take one more breath to stay in the stretch, with sweat pouring down my brow, and then BAM. Grace. Everything releases. My muscles stop spasming. My eyes stop twitching. My breath flows. My heart sings. Doves release and Prince comes out of a cloud to sing one of my favorite songs.

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Okay. Maybe not the last part. But I can say regularly practicing yoga (and my faith) means there are days I grind my teeth to get through it and there are others when I feel like I’m soaring. It’s effortless. I walk away feeling like my life is full of meaning, and this yoga/faith practice has something to do with it.

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What does a yoga girl give as a holiday present? Pretzels, natch. What? It can’t all be symbolic.

Fold yourself into this recipe and enjoy. It’s simple, elegant and a great holiday treat. For the yogis, the Christians, and everyone in your life who is still practicing.

Yoga Pretzels


1 bag of chocolate chips — the better quality chocolate, well — the better.

1 tablespoon of shortening

1 bag of giant salty pretzels

Toppings of your choice. I went with coconut. And made a “Mexican spice” batch where I added a dash of cardamom, cinnamon and cayenne.

Directions: Melt the chocolate in the microwave with the shortening. Stir every 20 seconds or so. Remove while the chocolate is still a bit chunky. Stir until smooth. Add spices if desired. Dip pretzel by pretzel in the chocolate, stopping to dunk in your topping if you so desire. (Peanuts, kosher salt, sprinkles, bacon) Place on a cookie sheet covered in tin foil. Freeze for 30 minutes. Enjoy!




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6 Responses

  1. I wish I could find yoga as useful for my mind and soul as you do. Maybe if Tony Horton weren’t chattering away constantly it would be easier. Perhaps I need a different instructor.

    Love the new look here, by the way!

  2. I love this post Kelli! Both the topic and the recipe are just what I needed! Thank you! Work has been kicking my patooty lately and I recently had one of the docs who’s working with me on the project bring me a coupon for a week of free yoga–he said that it helped his wife and he thought I might need something like that! Ha haa! Anyway, stopped in today to see the yoga place and loved it–especially that there were class schedules just sitting there and no one was at the desk–everyone instead doing yoga! Lots of revelations today in just taking a moment to step back from being a meeting-objectives-and-deadlines-machine to stop and breath and be a human BEING (as opposed to a human DOING).
    Namaste indeed. 🙂

  3. I hope that when Prince pops out of the clouds he sings a mash up of Diamonds and Pearls and Raspberry Beret.

  4. I have a pan of circle pretzels with chocolate and coconut in my freezer right now for my work peeps…can’t wait to see their reaction when they eat these little morsels of numminess! You inspire me! 🙂

  5. Running and physical exercise is a way I incorporate self-discipline into my life (lord knows food and money aren’t places I exercise discipline), and a way I connect to God. I often find myself praying while pushing my body to its limits. I’m learning that churches put restrictions on how we find God out of fear, and as I separate myself from church as a building rather than humanity as a whole, I find him in the most unexpected places.