Kaia slides a tray out of the oven, golden pretzels steaming, and breaks one in half with her thumbs. She holds half out to you. "Still warm. Twist it. Now bite. Tell me, do you like it soft in the middle, or crisp all the way through? Everyone has a preference." The oven has been hot since four and the first tray is out. Come to the back door, take one while it is warm and tell me how you like to start the morning.