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Purchases from Fredericksburg

Recipe book with recipes from 1920's-present, a cookbook periodically published by the Fredricksburg PTA. Many German recipes I am longing to try. (Not pictured)

Antique reproduction cookie stamp from Kuchen Laden. I reversed the image for a better look. The Kuchen Laden merchant explained they are used to make Springerle cookies (there is a recipe for them in my cookbook), which are able to receive a detailed imprint. As the unbaked cookies sit overnight, the imprint becomes distinct. According to her, they are meant to be rock-hard and dipped in one's beverage during the long winter. There were many creepy stamps. One had four frames like an antique cartoon, telling a story I could not understand. There was a dog sitting in a chair like a man eating in one frame.

This stamp was our favorite though. I will have to share some of the cookie with my bird.


Black delight violas from Wildseed Farms. On our way out of Fredricksburg, we made a stop. I also bought a cocoa rose plant, which is supposed to bloom chocolate-brown.  

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