Honey hunting in the hills of Romania came about as the result of a breakfast one morning while a bunch of us were staying at a small village Pensione. The hostess served a small dish of honey with our generous country-style breakfast and everyone liked it so much we decided to head out and find the source. We were given rough directions (a finger pointed towards the hills) and a description of a house. The locals were friendly and the finger pointing continued..."a little higher," "around the next bend," etc. and onward we marched. As we climbed higher, it started to "spit" and farm dogs barked at our "intrusion"but we were not to be deterred. Farm fresh "Miere" was the goal and damned if we would give up. The last slog was the highest and steepest but we could sense we were almost there...sure enough we spied a rustic apiary...isn't that what a bee farm is called? A few shouts from us and a very small woman appeared on the door step of a miniature house. She called for her husband and the jars of clear, golden sweetness were soon in our hands and for a country bargain: 18 Ron a hefty jar or about $6 Canadian. I'll take two and a couple of photos for the memory. I've been spreading it on my morning toast, dropping it by heaping spoonfulls into my tea and generally loving the smooth, sticky goodness of something worth hunting for.
