It’s been quite a while since I’ve had honey on any edible items.  This inspired me to scour my house for my Grandma’s recipe for homemade biscuits.  I whip up the ingredients, and pop those seductive little harlots in the oven.  When the baking process was complete, I removed them from the oven.  Upon doing this, a divine aroma of dough lathered in butter permeated the entire house.  Once they’ve been cooling for several minutes, I select a biscuit and it peals open so gently.  It’s still hot, so I place a pleasant (but not a repulsive) amount of butter on the one half.  I then lightly bathe it’s fluffy surface with some honey.  I take a bite…



MOTHER OF GOD, WHAT HAVE I BEEN MISSING?!

Now typically, I’m incredibly healthy eater.  However… I hadn’t eaten a substantial lunch or dinner, so my dining experience consisted solely of warm buttered biscuits and honey.  Six to be exact.  I ain’t even mad.  The experience was complete with removal of restrictive denim and comfortably dressed in a silk toga.  I am now currently sipping on some authentic Indian tea (with a light honey, lol) and organic milk.  My bed awaits my lard ass with great anticipation, I’m certain.  I’m going to immerse myself into my astronomy book, and call it a night. 

Not quite sure why I felt the need to share that with my followers.  I implore you all to locate your nearest honey bear and join me in my quest for incorporating more of that thick, sticky, sugary goodness into our diet!  …Without growing out of all of my tops, and having them all suddenly feel like I purchased them from Baby Gap.  A breathtaking vision: humans rallying outside of their homes, raising their honey bears high in total unison.  It’s color glistening in the sun!

Alright, I’m done.  Enjoy your night, everyone!

Semper fi