honey drops from heaven

I got these honey drops at L'Artisanat Monastique. I was looking for stocking stuffers before Christmas, and these came in a perfectly-sized bag, so I bought them along with a few other bags of fruit-flavored ones.

They are made at a monastery (I think it's this one, although the packages in the photos are different from the bags I've bought), and I'm not trying to be witty or clever when I say that they -- the honey ones as well as the fruit-flavored ones -- are heavenly.

They taste... oh, how should I describe their taste... they taste subtle, gentle, lyrical. They taste as if angels are whispering into my mouth to give me quiet cheer.

They taste, I am a bit horrified but feel somewhat justified to say, like everything American supermarket candy is not.

I confess that I have actually gone back since then to get more. 

My husband wishes I hadn't.  My son's not complaining.

just do it

"I expect to pass throught life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again." -William Penn

i heart our local markets

I found this little gem in a pile of potatoes at the Sunday market and of course couldn't resist.  I don't have the heart (no pun intended) to cut it up, however. What am I going to do with it, then????

P.S. Can you see how E's hands make the shape of a heart, too?