Can you believe the color in this thirty-year old jar of honey?
Dad came to visit last week and brought two jars of honey that grandpa jarred for the family. They are still beautiful. It’s probable that they are the last from grandpas bee gums. He’s been gone many years and I assumed all the honey was eaten long gone also. Sometimes I want to open the honey and eat it a dozen ways, and other times I feel like I should put it on a shelf and keep it forever.
Maybe eat one and save one?