I’ve written before about my love for Lebkuchen (here and here).

 

 

Mom sent Lebkuchen for my birthday.

Or maybe Christmas.

The two tend to run together.

Either way, it’s Day’s Bakery Lebkuchen.

Just as good as I remember.

 

 

 

 

 

Mother-in-Law found Lebkuchen at the commissary.

She told Mr. Tom.

She/He/They bought me a bag for Christmas.

 

 

 

Let the Lebkuchen-Festival commence!