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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Non Guilty Pleasure

Today dear readers, I'll have to ask you to answer a question for me!

Mr. Rodriguez returned today with the compost bin can and a zip lock bag with two honey combs. He was as tickled as we were that our bees were making honey.

I miss them. If I see a bee now I wonder if it's not some little lost bee looking for his hive.

But I digress. The honey is deliciously light and sweet. Here is the question: How do we eat it? It's in it's waxy honey comb. Are we supposed to eat the waxy honey comb, or somehow let the honey drip out of it first. It's really not dripping anywhere, I don't think.

I know there are some bee savvy readers out there!

Meanwhile, I'll go back to my post on the watchtower (not the Jehovah's Witness one):

Dear Sister MM, Why is a fish sandwich outside of Lent a guilty pleasure? Shouldn't we thank God for the occasional small pleasure?

Of course we should thank God for all pleasures small and large. Our bees have been relocated! They made honey! We got some!

But that fish sandwich? Probably no one should ever eat that. It's a pile of grease and processed food. White bread, fried, breaded. With tar tar sauce. Do you know how to make tar tar sauce? I actually do. It's a lot of mayonnaise with some pickle relish and Worcester sauce. That's all you need to make it. Do you know how to make mayonnaise? I actually know that too. You get a lot of eggs and even more oil and you whip it together. That's mayonnaise.

There is just not one good thing about that sandwich except the taste of it. Hence: guilty pleasure. My other guilty sandwich pleasure is a baloney sandwich with a ton of mustard on white bread. My dad was a butcher and told be all about baloney.

You don't want to know.

Sister, my daughter has asked for a patron saint medal for figure skating. Could you please help me find one? Thanks.

Done and done! Talk about small pleasures! The story of St. Ludwina is not very pleasant, though. She had a skating accident when she was 16 years old and it left her in pain and an invalid the rest of her life. She spent the rest of her life offering up her pain and misery to the Poor Souls in Purgatory.

It wasn't all bad. She did have some ecstasies. She went for a visit to Purgatory. Always better to simply visit than to have a stay. She also visited Heaven. That would have been a nice break from the daily grind of the sickbed. St. Ludwina lived only on the Host and lived quite a while, especially given that she was paralyzed and it was 1433AD.

She is also known as Lidwina, Lydwina...apparently you can spell her name any old which way.


Anonymous said...


If no one here can answer your question about the honey comb, you could call or e-mail Trader Joe's. They sell honey with a piece of the comb in the jar, so they would know if you can eat it or should just drain the honey out like you mentioned.


Anonymous said...

It was certainly interesting for me to read this blog. Thanks for it. I like such themes and anything connected to them. I would like to read a bit more on that blog soon.

ArchAngel's Advocate said...

Hope this helps
Also, few people know that Sherlock Holmes, after he retired, became a beekeeper.

nutmeg said...

Hi Sister Mary Martha!!!
I got curious about your honeycomb quandry,so I decided I would google "how to release honey stuck in the honeycomb" Here are the links to a couple things I came up with, plus the link to my search.
I hope these help!



Sister Diana said...

tartar not "tar tar"

A Georgia Girl's So Called Life said...

So, this might not be exactly sanitary, but when I was little we would sneak pieces of raw honeycomb. We just chewed on it to release the honey and spit out the wax when the flavor was gone.

That said...Leaving the honey in the comb until you are ready to use it is best for a full flavor. You can cunk the combs and put each one in its own air-tight, dry jar. When ready to use the honey heat a sharp knife and slice off the comb capps (be careful not to drop them into the jar) and place the comb into the jar to drain. You can gently heat the jar to speed up the process. When the comb is empty remove from the jar and discard (or keep to make candles). Hope you all enjoy your honey

CheapCameraTricks said...

Dear ones, you might want to consider fish tacos, made with fresh cooked fish and salsa, and wrapped in a corn tortilla.

Talk about guilty pleasures... mmm.

Love your blog, Sister. Keep on keeping on.

MaryMartha said...

Yes, "Georgia girl," this Kansas girl chewed on the waxy honeycomb too! No different than those little wax bottle-shaped candies the kids eat now--only pure honey would be better for you than who-knows-what artificial stuff!

Sue said...

I googled about the honeycomb too, and found an answer from a guy whose father was a beekeeper


As a matter of fact, you can chew the honey comb, just like gum, but don't swallow it! When we were kids it was a special treat and since it is pure wax, it held up for hours. If you don't care to try it the comb, just take it out of the jar and place it in a large tea strainer over a bowl or in a colander and the honey will drip out slowly. Once the honey is completely out, you can just throw the comb away. Hey thanks for reminding me of great summer fun!

I also came across another site that was very interesting. They talk about Carpenter bees,Sweat bees, Leaf Cutting bees, Mason bees, bumblebees, killer bees, plus the other sorts of honeybees. I had no idea there were so many. The site is here: http://www.gpnc.org/honeybee.htm

See how much you can learn here, LOL Just another good reason for visiting. Thanks for the lovely blog.

Maggie said...

Sister, could you clarify something for me? It's almost Advent, our liturgical new year. Is the appropriate liturgical color purple or "dark blue?" I had a discussion about this today and I am 99% certain Advent = purple (albeit a dark, regal, royal purple) because blue isn't a liturgical color. Can you help?

Arkanabar T'verrick Ilarsadin said...


you are correct. Purple is the liturgical color associated with the penitential seasons. Here's what the GIRM has to say.

I have heard that purple was chosen for the penitential seasons for its resemblance to a bruise.

cardiogirl said...

Hi Sister Mary Martha, relatively new reader, first-time questioner here.

I was double checking the phrase "cutting off your nose to spite your face" at Google to find out the story behind it. It's a crazy story involving a Saint so I had to come here to ask you about it.

Here's what Wikipedia printed -- take it with a grain of salt.

"The phrase is believed[citation needed] to have originated from an event that was said to have taken place in AD 867:

Viking pirates from Sjaelland and Uppsala landed in Scotland and raided the monastery of Coldingham. When news of the raid reached Aebbe the Younger (the Mother Superior), she gathered her nuns together and urged them to disfigure themselves, so that they might be unappealing to the Vikings.

In this way, they hoped to protect their chastity. Saint Aebbe accomplished this by cutting off her nose and upper lip,[2] and the nuns proceeded to do the same.

The Viking raiders were so disgusted by the resulting scene that they burned the entire building to the ground.

Ironically, the phrase as understood today does not really apply to Saint Aebbe, since she did not cut off her nose in an effort literally to "spite her face".

Have you ever heard that story and if so, what is Saint Aebbe the patron saint of. (Terrible sentence construction, I know. One should never end on a preposition. Forgive me.)

Thank you!