I have never been a big fan of honey. I didn’t grow up with it in the house, my mother preferring to use white or brown sugar instead. As an adult, I generally avoided eating honey for whatever insane personal reason (bee puke, not easy to use because it’s so sticky, etc). It’s only recently that I’ve begun to use honey as a preferred sweetener.
I’m not exactly sure what prompted the change, but I’ve noticed that I enjoy looking at the honey jars in the store and finding unusual brands or types. I love that it’s all natural and has that mellow honey flavour to it that I’ve learned to like. It is just so different from plain white sugar, which is just mostly sweet with no distinct secondary flavour.
Honey reminds me very much of my college roommate (we lived in the same room for 4 years, crazy huh?). She would stash a jar of honey on her food shelf and used it all the time. I haven’t actually asked her about it, but I wonder if she’s grown out of the habit of keeping honey around. It was one of the many things I always remember fondly about living with her, watching her stick a spoon into the jar and carefully waiting for the drizzle to thin before capping the bottle again. Even today, when I do the very same action to grab a spoon of honey for my tea, I think about watching her for almost 4 years.
I feel like I’m too far past the point of living with random roommates anymore, other than Frannie of course, and I feel a bit sad about having moved on from that point. Roommates weren’t always fun, but they were always interesting and I secretly liked learning about their personal quirks and lifestyles. I guess I’m just stuck thinking fondly about my past roommates instead. Ah, let’s break out the rose-coloured glasses.