BEEEEEES. And, uh, honey and stuff.

I was dinking around on Twitter last night and happened to see someone talking about home-cultivated honey a friend had given them, and how awesome it was.

While I wasn't jealous, exactly -- we have a lot of local honey going on around here, and I can get some pretty good stuff relatively inexpensively -- it did make me think about how I'd really like to learn about apiary at some point. Also, mead-making.

Of the two, learning to make mead is undoubtedly going to be the easier of the two to get away with. After all, if one can make a wine-like substance in a prison toilet tank out of sauerkraut and orange juice, I'm reasonably confident that I can produce something drinkable in a proper kitchen using proper tools. Plus, unlike Oprah, not everybody is completely stoked about having a colony of bees rocking out within spitting distance.

Mead, meanwhile, is comparatively inoffensive. It just kind of hangs out and ferments for a little while, and all it asks for is to be left undisturbed for a while in a relatively constant environment. Dogs don't (usually) bark at it, there aren't sad movies about children being attacked by a swarm of angry mead, and unless something goes really wrong, it's unlikely to try and build a colony inside the walls.

So yeah. New goal. Learn to make mead. And then maybe befriend a beekeeper with it or something.

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