The first part of this tale starts here.
I turned the mason jar upside down. The big bubble slowly rose to the bottom. I flipped it again and watched the bubble fall back to the top.
A week and a half later, I am still watching that bubble in that full quart of honey.
The honey looks so good.
I want to taste it.
I can’t bring myself to unscrew the lid.
Blame Can Be Posthumous
There are a list of people I blame for my inability to open the jar of Danny’s honey. Yes, blame must be assessed in matters such as this. I blame the people I work with, I blame John Belushi, I blame my imagination. Read the rest of this entry »