Comfort food with what’s layin’ around.

Okay, I’ve been staring at this big plastic jug of honey, half-full, which long since crystallized. It’s still perfectly good, but very difficult to use in its current form.

I’ve got most of a pound of butter that’s going to go bad any day now, certainly before I can use it up. Tragedy.

But put them all together, they spell Mother. Rig up a double-boiler with a couple of half-filled saucepans. Heat the honey until it goes back to its natural consistency. Glop the butter in a big bowl and measure in about that much honey. Stir like crazy until the butter disappears into the warm honey. Add cinnamon to taste, or don’t. Find some small jars. Make your friends happy.

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To the stake with the heretic!