Inspired by a jar of honey.

It’s fresh from the hive - and one spoonful took me straight back to my country childhood.
My father kept bees. On the day when the honey was extracted from the combs, we all took turns to spin the handle on the honey extractor. It was a very sticky process and there was a lot of finger- licking!
Then for tea, thick chunks of crusty white bread with as much honey as we could keep on the bread without it running away.
Happy memories!