Honey

Today I was making my son a sandwich. He refused to tell me what type of sandwich he wanted, but went to the cupboard and got out the ingredients I would need to make it. He left them on the counter for me.

Bread

Peanut Butter

and

Honey

That’s his current preference. Though he does like ham sandwiches which is why I wasn’t sure.

I started with the honey side.

Last time I made one I spilled way too much honey out of the jar. So I was much more cautious this time. I dip my spoon in. (Lamenting the fact that I don’t have one of those beehive honey dipper things.)

I lift the honey filled spoon up and hold it over the jar to allow the excess to stream back into the jar. After a while the stream is narrow enough that I chance zipping across the side of the jar to the bread.

I tip the bowl of the spoon down to let the honey spill off. Most of it goes in a great slosh. Then the fun begins. The rest of the honey takes it’s own sweet time exiting the spoon. I spend the next five minutes watching the thread of honey curl and tangle itself all over the bread. I am mesmerized by the patterny nonpattern of it.

Not many foods will behave as honey does; in a slow, steady trickle that is thick enough to maintain it’s shape when it lands and curls around and around. I love that.

Before the honey is finished I twist the spoon around to catch the tail back in the bowl and return to the jar to repeat this process.

Then I spread a couple of spoonfuls of peanut butter on the other piece of bread and the sandwich is done.

But I get to lick the spoon!

mmm...sweet!

Today I am grateful that I noticed the honey and spent some time enjoying it.

Have you taken time lately to focus in on those little enjoyments that slip away so quickly? What was your honey?