On Christmas Eve, I finally finished my holiday baking. A variety of goodies, including a covered platter of springerle cookies, sat on our dining room table, ready for the weekend's festivities.
On Christmas morning, I went to fetch a couple of cookies to go with my morning coffee and noticed immediately that something was awry. The plastic wrap had been loosened from one side of the platter. Hmmm...
And at the other end of the dining room table was a lone cookie -- with what looked suspiciously like a TOOTH mark across the top of it!
Gosh, I wonder WHO might have stolen a springerle -- just for a tiny TASTE?
Gosh, I wonder WHO might have stolen a springerle -- just for a tiny TASTE?
I didn't have to look far to find the culprit, but she admitted to nothing.
"Who, me?"
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"Oh, Mama! They were so pretty, I just had to try one!"
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