When it comes to Christmas, there are the obvious all-round flavours we think of – clovey mulled wine with rolled up cinnamon sticks like fat cigars, clementines pierced with a thumbnail spraying citrus across your fingers, fiery brandy turned petrol blue to pour over the pudding and thick, unctuous port decanted into tiny glasses. Then…
Snowflake Lebkuchen
I can remember the first time I ate lebkuchen. Sadly it wasn’t wrapped up warm against a biting chill in Berlin, a glass of mulled wine in my hand sampling one offered to me by a curly-moustached German man, but in language class in primary school. In between renditions of ‘O Tannenbaum’ and ‘Silent Nacht’,…