How can you walk past a shop like this and not go inside?? I immediately thought about my Grandma Elsa, who made Springerle cookies every year. She made them in the fall, put them in tins, and we (gnawed) on them all through the holidays and beyond. I say gnawed, because Grandma’s Springerle were rock hard. She dipped them in her tea. We just gnawed, because they were worth the effort. Especially good were the little anise seeds that were stuck to the bottoms of the cookies.
Grandma had wood mold cookie presses with designs and patterns on them. I really wanted to inherit them, but I’m not sure where they went when she died. Over the years, I’ve collected a few wooden presses of my own.
The rolling pins and presses in this shop were carved here in this local area by craftsmen. They’re the nicest I’ve seen.
The shopkeeper was delightful. She showed me how the cookies are made and let me try any press that looked interesting to me.
I felt right at home in this little shop, it was almost like a visit to Grandma’s.
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