The lebkuchen I placed on my mantel shelf as befitted so magnificent a work of art.
"I want to tell you, my dear, that I sent to Nuremberg for some lebkuchen in honor of your birthday," she said.
To any intelligent baker the reason for this was obvious: Hans was making his lebkuchen with new honey-cake.
And when at last the fateful night arrived that saw his first batch of lebkuchen in the oven, he actually forgot to smoke at all!
But even at its best, never was this lebkuchen at all like that of which in his hopeful youth he had dreamed.
The best that even Aunt Hedwig could say of his lebkuchen was that it was not bad.