Picked up a quart of local honey at the farmers' market today:
Straight out of the lower Pearl River swamps, it has a spicy, cranky, irascible tast, reminiscent of a full-throated rye whisky. As you might imagine, it's the kind of thing I go for. A tablespoon over a handful of almonds, oh man.
ps: As you might expect, Carey Hudson has a song by the same name. But I think it's about something else.
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