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!

2 comments:

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 :)