Egg-Free, Milk-Free, and Nut-Free Pretzels

By Kelley Lindberg

It’s always fun when I find a new treat that I can make for my son and his food-allergic best friend. Even better when their friends think it’s pretty great, too!

This week, I tried making pretzels from a mix I found at Walmart. It’s from Fleischmann’s (the yeast company), and it’s milk-free, egg-free, and nut-free. (It does contain soy and wheat, however.) It’s called Fleischmann’s Simply Homemade Baking Mix Pretzel Creations.

I’ve never made pretzels before, so I didn’t know quite what to expect. But they were fun to make, didn’t take much in the way of culinary expertise, and turned out pretty good. (Okay, so maybe they weren’t quite as perfect and beautiful as on the box, but I’ve never had anything turn out as good as the photo on the box, so my expectations were pretty realistic!)

Anyway, I made the pretzels for a gaggle of teenage boys who descend on my house like locusts, and like those locusts, they devoured them in a minute or two. Then they graciously declared my experiment a success and gazed forlornly at the empty box.

It took about an hour to make the pretzels (half of that time was just letting the dough rise a little), and you just have to add oil and water – it even comes with its own salt.

These would be fun for younger kids to help with, because they get to roll out the dough into long snakes and then twist them into pretzel shapes. So if you’ve got an hour or so and some hungry kids, give them a try.

Teenagers, Rollercoasters, and Other Halloween Fears

Yesterday, my son and I went with some friends to Lagoon, our local amusement park. Each fall the park stays open on weekends for “Frightmares” – most of the rides are open, and they add a few haunted houses and change their musical shows to be sung by vampires or chainsaw-wielding loonies. It’s pretty fun, but yesterday was a beautiful, warm 70-degree day, and the entire state of Utah was there. The lines were so long we didn’t even bother trying to get into the haunted houses – it would have eaten up the few hours we had. So we stuck to the roller coasters and other rides, which suited us just fine.

Usually when we go to Lagoon, my son’s favorite treat is an Icee – one of those frozen slush drinks. We know they’re nut-free, so we don’t usually branch out of our comfort zone. Yesterday, however, the friend we were with wanted to get a snack, and my son decided he wanted something different.

“Please, Mom, can you ask about the pretzels?” he begged.

Grrr. I hate asking 16-year-old food service employees about food ingredients. The blank looks don’t do much for my confidence. And I especially hate trying to sort out the safety of food when there’s a long line forming behind me.

But because I dote on my son, I broke down. Surprisingly, the little kiosk that sold the pretzels didn’t have a line, so I had both 16-year-old employees to myself. “My son’s allergic to nuts,” I began. “Do you know if your pretzels have any nut contamination?”

Blank looks. “Uh…” one said. The future of America, I thought to myself, and shuddered.

I tried again. “Or maybe you have the packaging that the pretzels came in, and I could check the ingredients label?”

That lit a light-bulb. “Oh, maybe…” she said, and rummaged under the counter. She pulled out a giant flattened cardboard box and pushed it up to the small window so I could read it.

The only big-8 allergen it listed was wheat! My son did his little air-guitar victory dance right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

Both 16-year-old employees looked a little bewildered, but they were happy to sell me a pretzel.

So that was my success story for the week. I nudged myself out of my comfort zone and braved a couple of glassy-eyed teenagers, and my son not only lived to tell about it, but he got to add a new treat to his repertoire. And I got to be the hero.

All-in-all, it was a good day. Well, except for the part about sitting in the front row of the Wicked rollercoaster. I’m still trying to forget that.