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>Northern Basswood honey tastes like my first
>kiss from a girl when I was 14 years old.
That was priceless! There is something about flavors and fragrances that
they are able to whisk us away to a time and place gone by.
Buckwheat honey, for example, pulls me back to forgotten memories of being a
kid at my grandmother's cottage on Keuka Lake, not far from Penn Yan. Not
much buckwheat is planted any more, but it's still grown around Penn Yan, NY.
The smell and taste of goldenrod honey reminds me of hauling empty supers
out of the big old barn where they were stored by the first beekeeper I
worked for, back in '74. I had never imagined there could be so many supers
in one place!
Of course, if you haven't had good orange blossom honey, you haven't lived.
Anything orangey tends to bring me back to my youth roaming the orange
groves in San Diego, and orange fights -- the southern equivalent to
snowball fights.
But my all time favorite honey memory is working bees near Borrego Springs,
CA. We were checking hives near a grapefruit grove. All the hives had those
plastic feeders that replace the frame at one side of the hive. Some of the
hives had filled the feeder with new comb and pure grapefruit honey, the
closest thing to heaven I ever tasted.
pb
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