Ouch. That's just like real life. Some things you can't go back and change. Like the results of last night's Super Bowl. I don't think a one of us is not happy for Eli Manning. The title is from a poem on The Writer's Almanac(MPR) this morning.
" Hi, honey, you're home" is a part of another.
"Real Age" also writes of "honey" this AM in the form of buckwheat honey. Dark and rich and sweet and better for you than lighter ones, they say - more phenols. Too strong of a flavor for some baking apparently, but it sure would be great in some breads. I will look for it. It would be wonderful in tea, too, and oatmeal.
Didn't Judy Collins sing a song about cooking w/ honey? - " We aaaall cook with honey......"
As the sweet of a glaze for ham and gamebirds w/ mustard, allspice, and apricot jam. Hot peppers for the fowl, too.
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