There was 3 dozen springerle cookies at my brother's house with my name on them - literally. They were packed in a nice cookie tin that had my name on the name tag. (Gift from my mom who lives in Texas). They are still at my brother's house and everyone has been cautioned NOT to tell mom I refused to have anything to do with them. They can just eat and enjoy all of my springerle cookies and I don't want mom's feelings hurt. They were baked with love but I don't want those sugar cravings to start all over again.

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