The land of milk and honey

A. is on a local contact list that is run by one of the local young ladies in the area. I am not always a fan of these groups as they can easily lead to some serious cliqueness and an almost elitism attitude in people. To her credit this young lady has done a fantastic job of running the group.  Having met her she is very down to earth and easy going which I am sure helps. While I am interested in the list it is primarily a women’s list which has probably worked out better and allowed for the socialising that has been destroyed by the modern world. So far it is a success with A. pointing out new stuff that she thinks might be of interest and generally getting to interact with the local community.

The notices range from people with excess olives, lemons (A. put out a request for bottle for her wall) and the other day with a local person whose retired father is backyard producer of honey in a suburb not far from here.

A. asked would we like to buy some?

Hell yes put us down for a couple of kilograms was my response. I am working on honey mead and fruit and honey mead at the moment at the worst I can make it into that was my thought.

The pickup was an honesty system which I am fond off as we used to have them up country all the time. They indicate a sense of community so basically grab the honey, cross your name of the list and put the money under the door. At $7 per kg it is a bit more expensive than the supermarket honey and bit cheaper than the local produced ‘bee sustainable honey’ we purchase nearby.

Today my daughter asked can I have red jam please? Pointing at the honey.

So we had local honey and sourdough bread for breakfast. A nice strong coffee for me and a little bit of mascarpone on my bread then some of the honey, my daughter just went for honey and bread and some milk in ‘her size glass’

They honey was very tasty. Filled with flavours from eucalyptus trees and a real mix of other flavours. Just what you would expect from honey in semi urbane environment near a creek and parkland covered in native trees.

Destined to be eaten not end up as mead (although I may get some more for making homemade pear and honey mead)

As you all know I personally think we need to have more of this sort of thing. I have written in the post The Cheese Coop that this is the sort of think we as society need to get back to. In this case there was real win, win for all. 20 odd people get great and very, very fresh produce. The bee keeper gets some spare cash in his retirement, the people in his local area and the bush gets pollination from bees, the community gets together just a little more and the poor old earth gets a break with the honey not being transported half way across the world.

We can’t do this for everything, some things have to be monocultured in large volume. Some things are better shipped in than produced locally some things won’t grow locally. Where they can and it is better for the world, then we should support the local production

OK and someone did lose out. The big supermarkets. But hey that is a good thing too.

And me I get to eat a simple tasty breakfast with my gorgeous daughter. What more could I ask for?

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