Trader Joe's Pretzel Slims, I'm Your Bitch

This is a shameless plug for a product that doesn't care whether I like it or not. Trader Joe's makes a sweet snack called Pretzel Slims. Ho-hum I thought, when my stepma brought home a bag a couple of weeks ago. [I've been staying at her house while mine is being swept for bugs.] She often goes on shopping forays to one of the many fine boutique grocery stores we have in the area. Some people buy clothes, she seeks out unusual foods. Today, for instance, she brought home artichoke antipasto and a jar of ratatouille. She thought the antipasto would taste good on pasta or on potato salad. I thought the ratatouille would taste fine right out of the jar with a spoon. Meanwhile, the bag of Pretzel Slims sat forlornly on the counter. I figured they were just more of the bulked up, excessively crunchy, cracker-like pretzels that come wrapped in waxy chocolate with all the taste and texture of stale breadsticks dipped in Hershey's fondue. Not interested. Ultimately, whether out of boredom or curiosity, I finally opened the bag and tasted one of the Pretzel Slims. Did I mention they're from Trader Joe's? My tastebuds went on full alert. Wait a minute, these are crispy and delicately thin. Not fat and doughy. Sure they're shaped like pretzels, but they manage to be so unpretzel-like at the same time. And the dark chocolate doesn't have any unpleasant waxy build up -- it actually tastes like the real thing. OMG, these are good. Just a hint of salt to remind you that there was a pretzel in there once. Now I can't stop eating them. And I can't stop telling people how good they are. Today my stepma brought home FOUR bags. I finished one bag all by myself. Then she said I could take a bag to work for show and tell. Is this a great country or what?