Yesterday at the farmers market, when we were buying our eggs from Eagleman Farms, the proprietor asked, “Were you the ones looking for buckwheat honey?” We hadn’t, but I couldn’t resist taking home a jar of it. I love buckwheat honey–just an aspect of my general preference for the most intense version of whatever product we’re talking about.
We picked up a new bag of almond granola from Granolas in the Mist, and Laurie had just been to Trader Joe’s, so we were all set for my current breakfast obsession: Greek yogurt with granola and something sweet. Last time I made it with Grade B maple syrup. This time I used buckwheat honey.
As I ate it (Iris didn’t want any, because she’s a loon), I realized that buckwheat honey and dark maple syrup are awfully similar. Not indistinguishable, of course, but they’re both rich, dark caramel, even though one comes from trees and one comes from bees.
I mentioned this to my friend Dan, and he noted that “One comes from trees and one comes from bees” would be a good first line of a children’s book. And I’m giving it to you, free.