We were able to christen our brand-spankin' new honey extracting equipment this weekend. While we haven't harvested our own backyard hive yet, friends brought the frames from theirs. We couldn't decide whether to play at being Hobbits at the house of Beorn or characters from the Hundred Acre Wood. Holy beehives, Batman, emptying ten frames of liquid gold was a lot of work, but the satisfying kind. We fortified ourselves with plenty of yummy food, great conversation, and of course, smackerals of H-U-N-N-Y.