We have a honey man.
There...I said it.
We are particular when it comes to honey, not just any will do. We choose to be picky about some things and honey happens to be one of them. Recently we ran out, PANIC! We bought some "store brand" honey and my husband and I decided to suffer with no honey. We snuck it into the kids decaf tea while speed dialing the honey man.
Calling the honey man turns into this back and forth voice mail message game. He is a teacher selling honey on the side; not the easiest guy to contact. We wait by the phone...when is he coming? You peak out of the curtain, no honey man. Then, he makes the drop!
We now have THE honey. Three enormous jars just to be on the safe side. It is reassuring when I see those beautiful golden jars. No worries as I sip my sweetened hot tea and soak in the moment of relaxation.