What do you do when bees move into your father-in-laws house, empty for many years since his passing? You hire a live bee removal person, in our case Scott the Bee Man.
Scott the Bee Man, who was very professional and knowledgeable, determined that the hive had been there a long time. He guessed that there were 30-40 pounds of bees living in the kitchen wall. That is a lot of bees! Husband went down to the house to discuss the finer details of the removal with Scott, while my only question involved if Scott could save us some honey. Honey in the honeycomb reminds me of beekeeping with my father when I was little. It is sooo good!
The extraction took place on Saturday while we were driving Carter up to camp. Scott texted Husband some pictures from the extraction and informed us that due to the age of the house, the possibility of lead paint use made the honey inedible.
When Scott dropped by our house to give us the house key later that night, he gave us a jar of honey from his own bees. What a surprise treat! That night we had a honey toast snack.
On Sunday, I made an egg scramble that included sausage, avocado, tomato, and sliced potatoes. But we had fresh honey, so I asked Cody to look up a quick drop biscuit recipe.
He made the biscuits while I worked on my scramble concoction.
Everything was delicious. The biscuits were soft and crumbly, falling apart in our mouths, all melted butter and sweet honey. The avocado, a different type of buttery, merged all the flavors together in the scramble.
I busted out the honey dipper from the-container-of-rarely-used-kitchen-items I keep in our laundry room/pantry to add an extra flare to our dining experience. I remember being so excited when I bought the honey dipper years ago and wondered why we did not use it more.
With use, I remembered. With the dipper, honey became stuck in the grooves, it dripped so slowly from the wood, and created a puddle on the plate it rested on between biscuits. Honey flows from a spoon and onto the waiting biscuit faster than from the dipper. One can lick a honey spoon when you are finished, but licking a honey dipper seems wrong somehow. A spoon can be washed in the dishwasher, not a honey dipper.
Perhaps I was using it wrong, but I do not think I will bring out the honey dipper anytime soon. I verbalized that it might be time to retire the dipper. Husband, who does not like to throw anything away, was not on board with this idea.
So once the honey dipper dries, back to the-container-of-rarely-used-kitchen-items it goes.
Bees in walls? Bad. Honey on freshly baked biscuits? Pure ambrosia!
Now that’s a lot of bees in the walls!! It’s too bad you weren’t able to salvage any of the honey. That’s nice of the Bee Man to give you a jar of his own. Those biscuits look delicious!!
I was really bummed about not getting some of the honey from the wall, but so pleasantly surprised that the Bee Man gave us a jar of his own honey. Honey and biscuits – a winning combination.