I was sorting a few pictures and ran across some honey/bee foodie things I thought I’d share. When people find out that you work with bees, you inevitably end up receiving bee gifts. Wasp-shaped butter trays, pollen-encrusted soap bars, stingers mounted in glass. But you also run across the edibles whose existence is intended to be ephemeral and enjoyable. Following are some bee-related foods I’ve run across over the past couple of years.
My wife and two of my kids arrived in Europe this weekend, reminding me that central Europe is really one big bee fest – bees, beekeeping, and honey are everywhere. So my first picture shouldn’t surprise you. It’s a page I photographed from a menu at an outdoor restaurant we visited in Hungary last summer, when I was there with the family. I love ice cream, but defeated the temptation to devour a piece of this bit of delicious art called Maja, the Ice Cream Bee. I know, Maja looks grumpy, but she’s got her reasons – she’s about to be eaten and she’s melting.
Honey candies are popular. (As if honey’s just not sweet enough.) Some of my traveling friends regularly return with tasty honey/pollen/wax/propolis treats, most originating in Europe. Here’s a “Hand-Made Bar of Propolis” which was brought to me from Estonia. (It was 10% propolis, smothered in black chocolate.) It had a magnificent propoline flavour. You felt healthier with every bite. I liked it.
Sometimes you don’t have to travel around the globe to find the exotic – to your left is a Medovoye Cookie. We bought a bag of these treats from our neighbourhood “Russian” store, which is in Calgary, not Moscow. You don’t need to know the Cyrillic alphabet to recognize the international symbol for honey – the swirl spoon.
Staying with the unique and faintly unhealthy, here’s a chocolate bar from the Chuao Chocolatier in San Diego (USA). The actual honeycomb was missing when I peeled back the wrap.
For a really natural treat, there’s raw, pure comb honey. This next picture features my younger son, about ten years ago. He was the posterboy for comb honey in those days. Now he’s a 6-foot-tall 14-year-old, but to his embarrassment, he is still our lingering comb honey poster-child:
Next, our favourite family stuffie, named for my nephew Ben whose skillful pitching arm won Benny the Bee at the King’s Island arcade in Cincinnati in 1993. Benny the Bee has helped us celebrate a birthday or two. Here’s Benny the Bee, in his younger days. The cake is edible; this bee is not:
A while back, I wrote about John the Baptist’s delightful breakfast food, rumoured to be all locusts and honey. You can catch the full story at this link, but the cereal is boxed up below.
Here’s yet another honey-inspired breakfast cereal. To me, it’s interesting that honey bees can be so horrifying to some (they’ve even appeared in some awful frightening B-movies), yet almost everyone agrees that bees can be totally adorable. That’s why a major cereal company enlisted bees to help sell oats tinged with a smidgen of honey. Honey Nut Cheerios has certainly been good for honey, oats, bees, and General Mills:
Finally, I’ll make my b-exit with a shot of my youngest daughter, in London, last summer. Just some real, old-fashioned Pure English Honey: