Jan van Bijlert, Dutch
As Their Table Was Enveloped By a Familiar Stench, Breanna Realized the Pretzel Was Merely a Ruse To Get Her To Pull Rob’s Finger, 1630-40
Oil on canvas
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/// It’s a strange old Dutch game played by two.
Take a pretzel— each hooks fingers through.
Plucked up hot off the dish
each pulls, making a wish.
Biggest piece means your wish will come true.
/// The game’s played by young couples, that’s clear,
but it seems pretty boring I fear.
To ensure everyone
loosens up and has fun,
pair the pretzels with tankards of beer.
/// They’re big fans of this soft salty snack.
Dough is shaped, baked and cooled on a rack.
Very few have resisted
food that’s tasty and twisted.
They, like pretzels, entwine in the sack.
/// “Pulling pretzels” for young lads and lasses
represents a fun game for the masses.
Whether crossed arms you see
or the parts of God (three),
what I think of are brown pince-nez glasses.
/// Hans repeated the line he had heard
from friend Max, but he mixed-up one word.
Max had never said “pretzel,”
he told girls, “Pull my petzl.”
He’d, (in Yiddish), to “privates” referred.