After working with Bill out on the farm, we came back to the house and I helped him put the temporary fence posts away. When we were done, he said, “Come in here,” and walked into the workroom shed. Maybe it was the way he said it, but I followed behind wondering what was about to happen. He climbed up on a table and started taking down the boxes where the bees store their honey. He took about 5 off the top, then reached down and pulled the cover off of one. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first and then he turned around with a frame of honeycomb and showed it to me. Presenting it to me like a platter, he said, “Just dig your finger in it, but the wax might be hard.” He showed me and I followed suit. With a bit of pressure my finger sunk into the wax, cracking it and then sunk softly into the sweet, sticky, cold honey. My eyes lit up, now with the full realization of what I was in for. I put the honey to my lips and slowly sucked it off of my finger. Crunchy, grainy, golden love enveloped my tongue like nothing I had ever tasted before. This wasn’t just honey…this was raw honey: hardcore, uncensored and unadulterated. Food Porn…this is what Bourdain meant, I’m sure.
A long, sensual sound instinctively uttered from my throat; the sound of a happy woman. I dug another finger in, smiling in anticipation of this oral sensation that awaited me. Cold wax, delicious granules and that crunching sound again. Mmmmmmmhhhh…oh yes…I want this entire thing…I NEED this entire thing! I felt like a kid in a candy shop. I held onto it like it was a life preserver. Not wanting to let go of it, I was then told I could have it! My eyes widened as if I had just hit the jackpot and I asked, “Really?” The thought of owning this beautiful creation, along with the dead bees sticking to the sides who had given their lives for my selfish enjoyment, was almost too much for me to comprehend. It was absolutely the best gift I have ever received. Something so simple, yet complex in its making brought unbridled joy to my life. Although Bill probably didn’t see it as I did, I felt it was the ultimate gift to give a woman. It was thoughtful, pristine, delicious and rare. What a beautiful thing to be handed. I would probably have cried had I not been so overwhelmed by the moment.
He told me to wrap it in newspaper in case my room got too warm because it would melt. I grabbed a section and it reminded me of receiving fish and chips wrapped up in newspaper in Wales once when I was little. Somehow it made it taste better being presented so simply. I kept my teaspoon stuck in the honey and carefully wrapped the paper around the frame. I set it in the closet corner feeling greedy, not wanting anyone else to know it was there. I waited patiently until after dinner to dig in again with a glass of wine. A perfect pairing to the end of a perfect day.