The Last Lebkuchen

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Three Treasures

My Wife is my greatest treasure, but as I’ve mentioned before we’re rather particular about sharing personal photographs.

I already shared how coffee is my daily dose of bliss; spoiler alert: it makes another appearance here!


First, there are the family treasures: the kind of thing you’d want to grab in case of fire.

IMG_2355For me, that’s my great-grandfather’s matchsafe. He was a printer on turn-of-the-century banana boats (that’s the 1890s-1900s, by the way) as well as almost serving on the Titanic, but didn’t. This particular matchsafe is from the SS Almirante, a merchant vessel out of Belfast, Ireland that sank off Atlantic City, New Jersey in 1918. I don’t believe Great-Grandpa was on board.

 

 


Second, there are the daily treasures: the little things that help make life worth living.

You guessed it, time for more coffee:

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Finally, there are the rare treasures: things that are only here for a short time and then gone for good.

Like lebkuchen from Day’s Bakery:

IMG_2364Because even if someone buys the bakery, it just won’t be the same, you know?



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The Ripples They Cause

Word of the Week certainly fits the mold of a regular feature.

Last week’s word was discovery. This week’s word is . . .

LOSS


Late last week, my sister posted to my Facebook:

Days Bakery ClosingTruly the end of an era, people are wondering who will supply their dinner rolls and cookies with frosted faces and donuts and cakes and – most importantly – lebkuchen.

However, all is not lost. There are rumors the bakery will be bought – property, machines, expertise – and the tradition continue. In addition, I received a parcel:

Parcel PostThree Lebkuchen! Thanks, Mom!

I’m not as desperate financially able as the woman who cleared out her freezer and ordered fifty dozen lebkuchen.

FIFTY DOZEN

At ten dollars per dozen, that’s quite a bit of dough.

Pun intended.


Then there’s the loss the world is talking about:

Sir Terry Pratchett

Sir Terry Pratchett

I doubt there’s anything I can say here that hasn’t been said elsewhere.

I have no story of how I met him or saw him or received an autographed book as a gift. Nevertheless, he influenced my life in ways few authors have. In those terms, he’s part of my Triad:

Dante

Tolkien

Pratchett

His books have been out since the early eighties, but I only discovered the Disc in 2008 or so with the Hogfather DVD American release. Having loved the film, I tracked down the book; looking back, it may not be the best introduction to Discworld, but I was hooked. Soon most extra money went to purchasing more of Pratchett’s works, and I found myself emotionally invested in Rincewind and Granny Weatherwax and Gythia Ogg and Havelock Vetinari and Sam Vines and Moist von Lipwig and DEATH.

As Iain Sutherland wrote on the change.org petition that DEATH return Sir Terry:

Terry Pratchett turned Death from a figure of hate into a much loved and sometimes welcomed character. No-one else cared about you Death.

You owe him!

I’ve never cried about the death of a celebrity or other public figure . . . until now.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was crying not as much for Sir Terry, but for the end of the Disc.

Does that make me selfish?

I’ll never understand why I’m such a selfish man.

Sir Terry’s death also makes me angry.

Angry for the loss of literary wonder.

Angry at the Alzheimer’s that took him far too early.

Angry at the unfairness of it all.

Another petitioner on change.org wrote

It is like when you lose that relative who you didn’t know very well, but they helped you get through some really tough time and you always meant to call or write, and now it’s too late.

It’s times like these that make us wonder what makes it all worthwhile. Sir Terry had the answer:

“I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there 
in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"

Death thought about it.

CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”

When it comes down to it, I just don’t know what to say. So I’ll read instead, savoring every line and turn of phrase and share the ones that speak to me. Because although Sir Terry is gone,

No one is actually dead until the ripples 
they cause in the world die away.

May Sir Terry’s ripples go on forever.

Achievement Unlocked

Custom PS3 Trophy

 

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

 

Lebkuchen from Mom

 

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.

 

Lebkuchen from Mom in Law

 

 

 

 

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!

My Christmastime Quest

The best things in life require effort.

Lebkuchen, for instance.

lebkuchen bar and bear
Pictured: Lebkuchen not from Day’s Bakery

My hometown of Honesdale, Pennsylvania is semi-famous for two things: the Stourbridge Lion and “Winter Wonderland.” It should also be famous for the wonderful lebkuchen from Day’s Bakery. Their wonderfully soft and spicy bar-style lebkuchen is simply divine. And when the crunchy glaze cracks and begins to melt in your mouth . . .

Unfortunately, they don’t ship. At least, their website doesn’t offer shipping and I haven’t heard back from my email. I could ask family to send me some, but things of that nature tend to get “lost in the mail” – if you know what I mean.

I tracked down a recipe that sounds like it might be similar to my culinary fantasy, but the ingredients proved to be cost-prohibitive.

Lebkuchen-Gewürz
If only I had a German delicatessen

The stores in my area don’t even sell a boxed variety, the smaller, crunchier lebkuchen set on oblaten. Rumor has it that the commissary sells some sort of lebkuchen, but I’m not in the military. I have friends who are, though, so maybe I can call in a favor or two.

Now if only I could find some Moxie to go with it . . .

Lebkuchen by the Fireplace

My good blogger-friend Phil recently commented on Christmas People and Non-Christmas People.

Apparently – according to my family, at least –  I am an NCP.

Rulindil NCP
NCP, not NPC.

They put up the decorations.

I look at said decorations.

They drive through neighborhoods for lights and decorations.

I watch Fireplace for Your Home.

Fireplace DVD

They sing along with 24/7 Christmas radio station.

I sing Christmas carols in German.

And Latin.

And English.

Stille Nacht Antique Music

They watch Hallmark Christmas movies.

I watch A Christmas Story.

And Fireplace for Your Home.

They drink mulled cider and hot chocolate and eat sugar cookies and gingerbread.

I drink mulled cider or hot chocolate or eggnog or coffee.

I eat sugar cookies and gingerbread and – when I can get it – lebkuchen.

lebkuchen bar and bearWith the lights off.

While watching Fireplace for Your Home.


I enjoy Christmas, just in a different way. Don’t judge me.

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