Honey, honey

I think 4 of you know my husband and know that he's very particular about certain things.

Last year, we found a neighbor who harvests honey, and Randy was militant about rationing that honey, since there would be no more from that location until the next summer's harvest. Of course, there's honey at the farmer's market and at the grocery store and other places around town, but this was extra-special, since it came from so close to our home.

So while out running errands, he gleefully exclaimed, "We have to pick up our year's supply of honey today! It's ready!" He determined that we (meaning he) will use 3 big jars in the upcoming year. It's like Christmas in August for him!

Speaking of Christmas, it's on!