Monday, March 23, 2009

Westward, ho!

Sitting on top of the microwave this afternoon, I found something that had recently been excavated from the depths of the pantry. No one admits to pulling it out, but that's beside the point.

It was a sticky jar of hazelnut honey from when my sister was in grad school in Oregon. She was out there from 2001 to 2003, so that makes it 6-8 years old. In honey years, that's embryonic. 

Since honey found buried in the ancient pyramids is edible, I figured it was safe. After pouring hot water on it to loosen up the sticky cap (otherwise, I would have needed a vice), I tried a spoonful.

What was wrong with it?

Nuttin' honey!


Deborah said...

That would have been for dad. It had better be edible, and it had better be eaten!

Janice said...

Oh don't worry, I've been eating it :)