Golden, Delicious 143/365
Once you start covering things in honey, don't expect to be able to stop... Honey always brings to mind decadence. Dates and walnuts dipped in honey instantly become the food of emperors. Perhaps it's the golden colour?
Eating fresh honey was the highlight of a short trip to Vietnam I took a number of years ago. On the Mekong river delta, there is an island where bee keepers have either discovered or cultivated a species of bee with no stinger. Colonies tirelessly collect the fragrant pollen of the delta's beautiful flowers, only for the keepers to pick up the nests and push the bees aside with bare hands to pilfer the honey produced. No need for protection, no need for smoke.
Even watching the beekeepers do it before my eyes, I struggled to bring myself to be so brash, fighting internally against a childhood of repeated warnings and painful stings (from when I didn't heed said warnings).
But the flavour was like no other. And the taste of the soft caramels and the sweet rice wine that were made from the spoils still linger on my tongue today.