VIDEO: As we get ready to enjoy honey for a sweet New Year, beekeeper Liane Newton sees the deeper meaning of our sweet traditions.
A California specialty-foods maven traces his lifelong love of honey back to a fateful night on a kibbutz in northern Israel, when he was stung while helping the beekeeper—and didn’t freak out.
During the first summer in my current home in Denver, there were plenty of bees in the garden. Every time I walked outside to see how things were growing, I could see the bees buzzing around the plants, happily pollinating my zucchinis and herbs. I had an abundant harvest that year; in fact, I probably still have some pesto in the freezer. The next summer, there were almost no vegetables to harvest. And upon reflection, I realized there were also no bees. That was the summer of 2006.