by Maj Lindman (1886 - 1972)
"Mama and I are gathering fir twigs for the advent wreath. Behind a ridge of cloud the setting sun flames blood red. It is the red-hot glow of the heavenly baking oven. The angels are very busy just now, mixing and rolling and baking the spiced honey Lebkuchen for Christmas. Anxiously I gaze at the fiery glow. They might get their lovely wings singed. As the glow fades, I breathe a sigh of relief, the danger is past for today."
as described by Gerda Erika Baker
in Shadow of War
It's so funny. I was just sending Wendy and Nancy a couple of recipes I had from their grandmother and one of them is very Lebkuchen-like. Great minds and all that, huh?
ReplyDeleteLove,Peg