Friends of mine keep bees on the top deck of their downtown Victorian home. After dinner at Jam Cafe we returned to their home and there was a frame dripping onto a baking sheet in their kitchen. I think honeybees are about the most magical creatures around. Their handywork is breathtaking.
I was invited to take a spoon and scrape off a lump of honeycomb.
I did and let the honey melt off the wax and into my mouth. It was nectar. I could have swallowed the wax, which was tasteless (not like Bernie Botts beans!) and a bit plasticky, but after I had got all the honey out, I just removed the pellet of wax from my mouth and that was that.
The honey was mesmerizing to watch as it slowly dripped down the comb. I left with a big jar. Lucky girl.
3 comments:
Lucky indeed! I love the taste of honey and can't imagine it fresh from the hive. What a treat.
So THAT'S what happened to our bees.
They crossed the border.
You woulda thought security woulda noticed the odd black and yellow striped uniforms.
Hilarywho: It was a special moment for me - I won't forget it.
Phil: We're not letting them leave us now. :)
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