Honey honey

This morning after preparing toast for the children, my attention turned to the honey.

Yesterday it was apparent that the clear, runny honey wasn't anymore; it wasn't clear or runny.

The child-friendly container that enabled squeezy dispensing was rendered redundant.

Yesterday I boiled a jug full of water and allowed the honey to sit there until, finally, some semblance of liquidity returned. Today that level of patience deserted me.

I decided that microwaves were invented for such a purpose. Microwaves, on the whole, frighten me. I don't understand them. Well I understand how they work but judging exactly what power level and time to use is still an art that is beyond me (excepting heating a mug of coffee that has been left to get cold as I do that numerous times a day).

So I reduced the power level and opted for a minute. As usual I was doing several other things while the microwave was whirring and I only gave it some attention when it beeped at me.

I opened the door to success and failure. The honey had melted - success But so had the child-friendly container which wasn't even adult-friendly anymore - failure.

Oops.