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.


Peanut Butter



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!

honey dripping off the spoon


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?