Earlier this week I heard how many bees' lives it takes to make a teaspoonful of honey. Even though it remains my favourite number, I was shocked to learn it takes twelve. Not simply twelve bees, but the entire life's output of twelve worker bees (all of whom are female, ahem).
If nothing else, this has given me a new respect for the little jars of golden sweet that I rely upon, especially as part of my breakfast.
Each of the jars in the image are in steady rotation here.
The tallest is from a pair of friends who live on Vancouver Island and who have been teaching themselves how to raise bees as part of their large, bountiful garden.
The one on the right comes from Hornby Island, again thanks to the generosity of friends.
The other, on the left, is plain old 'store-bought' though it too comes from Canada, but from far-off Ontario, so it's the one I consider more 'utilitarian' and I use it when the honey is an ingredient rather than a mainstay (like on toast or yogourt) as when I make salad dressing or barbecue sauce.
Besides loving the taste of honey, I love the fact that it keeps so well, pretty much forever!
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