Home-Spun Honey

Do you love honey, but hate the drip? Do you have lots of honey in storage that you are not using because before you can use it you must chisel it out of a large container where it has gone to sugar?

How would you like to have your storage honey turn into smooth, spun honey that eases its way into the pores of your toast or English muffin without running over the edges or seeping through the bottom? Everyone agrees that the flavor of spun honey, or creamed or whipped honey as it is sometimes called, is delicious; and the means by which you may enjoy it is easier and less mysterious than you might have thought.

Two things are essential before you can begin the spun-honey process: prepared pure whipped or spun honey (this can be purchased at supermarkets), and a heavy-duty mixer, preferably one with a wire whip attachment. Warning: a blender, or an ordinary electric mixer intended for mixing nothing heavier than cake batter, will not do. They simply do not have the power to do the job properly and may burn up if they are put to the test.

The honey must be in a liquid state to spin. If the honey is in a solid state, set the container in a larger container of warm water and warm slowly until the honey is completely melted. Be careful not to allow any water to enter the honey container, as it can cause spoilage. If you wish to hasten the melting process, insert a clean stainless steel knife into the center of the honey container. It will warm faster than the honey and melt the honey in the center.

With the honey in a liquid state, fill your mixing bowl no more than 3/4 full. Add one heaping tablespoon of the spun honey and turn the mixer on low. Turn it to the second lowest setting after the spun starter has been distributed. Allow spinning to continue for ten minutes, a minute or two more if you prefer a stiffer consistency. When the spinning process is completed, pour the honey into clean jars or plastic containers with lids that fit well. Store the containers in the refrigerator for two weeks to allow “setting” to take place. After this time has passed, the honey is ready to be eaten or returned to storage. Once the honey is whipped, its texture is changed permanently and will not return to a liquid or a solid sugar state under normal conditions. Marilyn J. Drumright, Fair Oaks, California

A Notable Conference

Our Gospel Doctrine teacher issued a challenge to us the week before general conference. The challenge was to have our children identify the conference speakers and record thoughts and feelings as they listened. Those who could not yet write were to draw pictures of things the speakers were talking about. The goal was to do this during at least one session of conference.

We liked the challenge and prepared our children the following Monday night during family home evening. Of course, the challenge was received amid moans and groans from several children who had previously complained, “The meetings are too long. Can’t we go out and play?”

No more was said of the matter until the following Sunday morning. We had family council previous to the first session of conference. At the conclusion of council, Dad passed out paper and pencil to all five of the children. There was still some reluctance, but when the meeting began, the children diligently performed their duty. It was one of the most amazing conferences we have ever enjoyed in our home. It was quiet. The children were actively involved in the meeting.

At its conclusion, the first comment was, “That’s the shortest conference I’ve ever heard.” They seemed pleased with their efforts. Our fourteen-year-old daughter decided that she would prepare her home evening lesson for the following evening from the notes she had taken.

Much good came from that day. We all listened, really listened, to conference, and as a result incorporated much of what we heard into our family life. It was such a good experience, in fact, that upon the suggestion of our seven-year-old son, we have decided to take notes on the talks at our stake conferences as well. Maxine Humphrey, Centerville, Utah

When Memories Surface

Have you delayed writing your personal history because you didn’t keep a diary in your early years? Take courage! After years of using this same excuse, I finally found a solution and have had a wonderful time reconstructing the past. Not only is my conscience relieved, but I have enjoyed reliving many long-forgotten experiences and have profited by reviewing others that were not so enjoyable.

Actually, my stumbling block was not a total lack of journals and diaries—only the first nineteen years of my life were undocumented. But since a personal history should begin at the beginning, how could I go about writing of that period in my life? My solution involved cutting up paper into three-by-five-inch scraps, and then, as memories of childhood surfaced, I wrote a few words about each on a piece of paper: “Sunday School in the basement of the old tabernacle”; “Tiffany light shade in grandma’s dining room”; “the $.15 broken window.”

For a while I carried pieces of paper with me so that memories could be jotted down before they were forgotten again; and I was careful to limit my jottings to only one item on each piece of paper.

When I felt that I had enough notes to begin writing, I arranged them roughly in chronological order, and my life story began to take shape. As I wrote, other memories flooded in and were quickly noted on scraps of paper. It was fun to remember people and things from forty years ago: a lesson in honesty when, at age five, I had broken a neighbor’s window; getting stuck part way through recitation of the Thirteenth Article of Faith in sacrament meeting at age ten; experiencing for the first time a spiritual confirmation of the truthfulness of the gospel. And there were long-forgotten friends to be remembered—wherever could they be now?

This “card-indexing” of memories could cover as many years as needed. It is also profitable as a stock-taking exercise. When I dipped back into the formative years, besides remembering and savoring the sweet experiences, I reviewed episodes that I would not like to repeat, and resolved to be better than I had been in the past. On the whole, though, I determined that my record might be a source of both inspiration and instruction to my descendants. Robert J. McCue, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

[illustrations] Illustrated by Beth Marion