Thinking Allowed: Honeyeaters

As we celebrate the start of a new year we are drawn to honey. Well, we are always drawn to honey but our religion dictates that we can feel good about making that connection sacred and strong right about now. Young children in the shtetl learned to love reading with honey. Their teacher would write a letter of the alphabet in honey and the eager child would get to lick up and experience its sweetness. Eating honey teaches us Jews important things. We went to the market and bought the darkest most Australian honey we could find (boxwood). We dipped our apples and bananas in it. We baked a honey cake. We added it to our tea with extra enthusiasm. We baked bread and drizzled it in honey. We watched the honey ooze and scraped its sticky tendrils off our table. We ate spoonfuls of honey (well one of us did anyhow). And still it was not enough. Tova really has wanted me to pour honey all over her and take a picture. While I want this coming year to be full of splendor and really want to try her suggestion- honey is expensive. But she was right, we needed more. So I decided we would drizzle honey into our mouths from a height. I took some photos of the experience which underwhelmed. Who knew it was so hard to drizzle honey into someones mouth from a great height while taking a picture at the same time. Tova's hair and clothes shimmered in the sunlight and she looked sticky but she thought it was pretty wonderful. So here's wishing a year that is happy and sweet even if it doesn't go quite as expected!