Do you wish you had upwards of 2 gallons of honey sitting on your kitchen counter?
And that when you picked it up in a giant plastic pickle bucket from your honey guy, he was up on a roof in his bee suit surrounded by bees?
I know you especially wish you ate most of the copious amounts of honey you got covered in while decrystalizing and jarring it.
No, these questions are not hypothetical. No, I do not plan on swimming in honey. No, my jam will never want for sweetening. Yes, I appear to have a bright future selling local honey from rescued bees.
4 days til another undeserved vacation!
3 days off in a row.
3 kinds of jam to make. (More backyard loquat, farmers' market bargain peach, and Sue's backyard apricot.)
2 blog posts a day. That's right loyal readers, I plan to treat you right for once. My mom came to town this week and provided me with a big pile o blogfiller, which I promise is way more entertaining than Tarzan jokes.