I'm what you would call a honey junkie. If there is honey at a farmers' market, 9 times out of 10, I will buy it. I'm pretty sure all the honey vendors have a picture of me with a caption on it that says, "(Honey) Sucker." If they give me a sample, I'm pretty much honey in their hands. The 1 out of 10 times I don't buy it is probably because I don't have enough cash on me and I feel like it's wrong in some way to go home with no produce yet still weighed down by giant glass jars of heaven in syrup form. Let's just say I'm only one dimension away from being a cartoon bear stuck in a tree. I'm already chunky and yellow and enjoy tight T-shirts. Here is some of my massive honey collection: In case anyone is curious, from top to bottom, left to right: Orange Blossom honey from the Alemany Farmers' Market - yummy and floral in a good way (vs the bad way where it tastes like soap - I'm looking at YOU, disgusting rose candy) ...