about_sandy.jpgThe relationship between Harris and I was forged in the arts. I taught fine arts, while he was a culinary artist. I introduced him to museums and art galleries. Harris wined and dined me. Soon, we were married...after all, the fastest way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach. However, bounds of delicious delicacies don’t necessarily make life easy. My husband, because of the rigors of running a fine-dining establishment, worked late into the evenings and throughout the weekends. Harris had only one day off per week to see the kids and most of that day was spent recuperating. The career success he’d found in the kitchen was supplanting his life at home.

A change was needed, so we rolled up our sleeves, left our friends behind, and headed west for San Diego, but, for what – to build a pretzel company? We had no promise of a secure life ahead. Our four kids were still in school, and my husband was retiring his chef’s hat for a baker’s apron. Ummmm...had we gone mad?

I wish I could say the transition was easy, but it wasn’t. By necessity, every member of the household had to step up and function as a family business. I worked a pretzel cart in Fashion Valley Mall. Our kids, new to their schools, worked weekends on the pretzel carts. As a family we lowered our heads and trudged diligently forward. We clipped coupons, spent as little as possible; hoping an incredible pretzel could carve out a life for ourselves.

Years passed...and now, many years later, we have grown into a full-fledged pretzel family. Instead of teaching fine arts, I’m designing logos, packaging, and brochures – a new twist to my original career. My kids, who worked throughout the years on the carts, are now building families and careers of their own. I’m proudly married to a great “Pretzelogist”. Truth is, I am a happy woman with a satisfied heart and stomach; happiness risen from a combination of yeast, flour, water, and pretzel salt.

Sandy Golden

SDPC Art Department