Mom...Becca...look familiar? If I remember right, we only got it from the Porter's at Christmas time, but I LOVED this honey when I was a kid. This is the extra special creamed honey. Regular honey does not come close to comparison. It's funny how something so small and insignificant can bring me back so readily to a packed Christmas breakfast at Grandma Maggie's home or standing in our kitchen on Encinas Street waiting for the toast to pop. Toast just wasn't the same for the rest of the year after our bucket was used up. But anyway, Andrew serves in the single's ward with Merrill Cox from Shelley, ID. I didn't connect Brother Cox to the delectable treat of my childhood until he handed these out last week as Christmas gifts. Holy Deja vu! (I am ashamed to say that I have honestly eaten half of this container already.) So anyway, the owner of Cox honey is in my ward and I think that is pretty sweet.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I can't believe I am posting about honey...
Mom...Becca...look familiar? If I remember right, we only got it from the Porter's at Christmas time, but I LOVED this honey when I was a kid. This is the extra special creamed honey. Regular honey does not come close to comparison. It's funny how something so small and insignificant can bring me back so readily to a packed Christmas breakfast at Grandma Maggie's home or standing in our kitchen on Encinas Street waiting for the toast to pop. Toast just wasn't the same for the rest of the year after our bucket was used up. But anyway, Andrew serves in the single's ward with Merrill Cox from Shelley, ID. I didn't connect Brother Cox to the delectable treat of my childhood until he handed these out last week as Christmas gifts. Holy Deja vu! (I am ashamed to say that I have honestly eaten half of this container already.) So anyway, the owner of Cox honey is in my ward and I think that is pretty sweet.
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