Honey Heaven

Isn’t it funny how you can drive by something a million times and STILL not really SEE it?

While the husband and I were out for our weekly lunch date (which I think we’re going to make bi-weekly from now on. Why? Because the husband said he’s lonely at work – no one really talks to him because he’s one of the bosses), he mentioned he wanted to stop by Honey Heaven. Don’t you love their logo?

“Honey what?” I said.

“Honey Heaven. They sell local honey.”

“OOokay,” I responded. “Good for them?”

“No, you don’t understand,” he said with a patient smile. “If you eat honey made from local bees, then you’re consuming the pollen. And when you consume pollen, your body doesn’t recognize it as something foreign and doesn’t trigger your allergies.”


My responses really don’t get much more exciting than that. Now tell me that in WRITING and I can respond with a bit more thought, but verbally tell me something like this? And my brain shrinks back from the thought (get it?) of having to analyze the fresh information.

So, we went to Honey Heaven. And we were even more surprised that they served food there.

It was a really strange layout. You walk in the door and BAM, there’s the counter right in front of you. And to your left, is a small, but pretty, waiting room.

So, we’re standing there and I’m not seeing any honey. This place also boasted about having a live hive available.

No honey. No hive.

We were confused. But we were seeing a lot of activity behind the counter. So, I walked around the counter and began walking into the back.

“What are you doing? We’re not supposed to go back there.”

“There has to be more to this … come on.”

So, the husband followed me into the back. And we ran into a small, intimate restaurant sectioned off into small, pretty little rooms (think cute tea rooms), and a long twisted hallway.

We continued to walk down the hallway. We were met by quite a few people and no one sounded the alarm, so I assumed it was okay to be back there.

And then the husband found another room, in the very back of the building, jammed packed with honey products.

And a bee hive.

A very active bee hive.

We went to watch the little buggers (*grin*) work. The hive was encased in glass. And they had a pipe leading outside – that’s how the bees got in and out. One bee had flown in when the back door had been open and was busy trying to get into the glass hive.

I felt a bit sorry for him – he looked sad.

Okay, so I assume he was sad. I wasn’t going to get close enough to see his little bee expression.

We found a ton of honey products – all claiming they would help people with allergies. So, we walked out of there with a bottle of traditional “bear” honey, a tiny jar of bee pellets (which you’re supposed to eat?!) and bee jelly.

We ate some of the honey on our homemade butt rolls last night with dinner (I call them butt rolls because they are the yeast rolls that come in little balls and you place two of them side-by-side in a muffin pan and they raise up and look exactly like butt cheeks – YUM!) and it tasted … sweeter than normal.

I woke up today feeling stuffed up and my eyes were itching. The very friendly Honey Heaven sales person warned us that we shouldn’t consume more than a 1/4 teaspoon at first as it sometimes adversely affects people until they develop an immune to it. So I’m thinking maybe I had a little reaction?

The husband not only had a honey-drenched roll for dinner last night, but he sprinkled the honey pellets into his cereal this morning … and said they tasted like dirty feet.

HAHA. Yummy!

But, he said after they dissolved somewhat, he couldn’t taste them anymore.

I hope this helps with our allergies. We’re the kind of people who don’t go to the doctor until we’ve exhausted every healthy natural alternative and I would hate to have to take pills every fall.

We really liked Honey Heaven though and we’ll most likely go back and eat lunch there.

With the bees.

Who are actually quite friendly.

If you don’t try and decipher whether they are sad or not.

2 thoughts on “Honey Heaven”

  1. It could be, who knows. But we’ll try it and see what happens. It’s all natural, so what can it hurt?

    It’s definitely better than being prescribed pills, IMO. I hate how there’s a pill for everything now. :-/

  2. You might want to check with your allergist… I heard this is a hoax, as people with pollen allergies are allergic to tree and grass pollen but bees deal with flower pollen. Sorry! Great story, though. =)

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