A Plea For The Bee

Every morning I wake up, wash my face, brush my teeth and head to the kitchen. I put water on the stove and wait for it to boil. After steeping a tea bag for a minute or two, I stir in a spoonful of clover honey. One spoonful, not much, right?

Maybe not to us. But to a honeybee, who can only produce one-twelfth of a teaspoon in her lifetime, a spoonful of honey is a plethora. Suddenly, honey doesn’t seem so expensive when we consider the fact that “for one pound of honey, the bees visit over two million flowers and fly the equivalent of two-and-half-times around the world” (Salisbury). But honey is expensive, and the true costs are only now becoming clear.

Finding Fantasia (the local way)

Some time ago I made a promise to dedicate an entire post to the Golden Temple, "the holiest Gurdwara of Sikhism" and their recent decision to serve 100% organic food (for free) to the public. This is not that post. I promise (yet again) that it will be written, in the near-ish future, but for now I have been busy exploring local flavors in my own back yard, give or take 3 hours.

Last weekend my boo and I journeyed to the quaint village of Easton, P.A. to visit what we thought would be a dog breeder (will explain later). We were there to see Shiba Inus (yes we are getting a dog!!), but we ended up discovering a vibrant, self sustaining culture replete with family farms, organically grown grapes (for winemaking!), microbreweries, and rustic, local cafes.

View from our table at the Riegelsville Inn, built in 1838

Seeing the World Through a Cricket's Eye

     "One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." - Henry Miller