I don’t want to brag or anything but, you know, I grew my own fucking honey. And it tastes divine.
With the help of some good friends I robbed my native bee hive for the first time and I have HONEEEEEEEY!
Behold! Some of the honey. It has a consistency a bit like maple syrup.
These particular Australian bees don’t sting so the hive is right in my garden where the children play and near the table where we eat outside.
Removing the top level where the bees store the ‘surplus’ honey.
Hundreds of native bees trying to figure out what is happening.
After the cells are punctured you turn the tray upside down and drain it into a tray. Then you take the tray and pour it through a sieve into jars.. sadly, there is some loss of bee life in the process. Lauca, the eight year old witnessed it and rather than finding it all an amazing experience to see our very own honey being collected, she was instead appalled by the bee destruction and is now refusing to eat honey – therefore rapidly moving from vegetarian to vegan.
And then I made a thank you lunch for my friends.