Whether real or imagined, when I put a spoonful of honey on cheese or into my Vanilla tea I imagine I can taste a bit of the place it was purchased. That whole Terroir concept. The TSA, on the other hand, tries to ruin my experience by erratically enforcing the no-liquid rule. Sometimes I go through security with a few nice jars of local honey tucked safely inside. Other times, they insist its a liquid and it has to go.
I didn’t want to take a chance coming back from Portland, Oregon. Too much stuff, not much of a hassle. (Just to set the record straight: As it turns out the TSA people in Portland were the nicest and most normal of any anywhere). But I really wanted some of the Bee Local honey I had tasted in a store. So when I passed Williams Sonoma this morning and spied through the window that familiar logo, it seemed fate!
Coming soon, photos of me enjoying honeys from around the world…TSA be damned!