Even before we were married, I learned Matt has a taste for honey. It's not something I can particularly relate to, but I like a good honey-ham or honey barbeque sauce. Straight honey...I don't have many thoughts on how to use it in an appetizing way. On more than one occasion I've used honey as an ingredient on allrecipes.com to come up with new ideas. I've never gotten very far with it.
This morning, with a few biscuits in the frig and some leftover ham, it occurred to me to throw a little ham and honey on a biscuit. I threw a few slices of ham in a skillet to heat it up. Then, added a little butter to the leftover ham juice and toasted the split biscuit. Finally, I put the ham on the biscuit and drizzled a little honey on top before closing it up.
At this very moment, I have no idea how it came off. As I walked upstairs with a travel mug for Matt's leftover morning coffee, I thought about what I'd just put together and wondered where that idea might have come from. That's when I began thinking about my grandfather. My dad's dad.
For most of my young life I found myself at his house sitting across the table from him with some scratch-made biscuits. Carved in my memory is an image of him picking up a biscuit, slicing it in half and drizzling a little honey on it. Then that warm smile and bright eyes I'm so familiar with, I remembered that too. His kind and loving face.
On this morning, a few years after his passing, I'm thankful for a husband who likes honey. It's another sweet reminder of the grandfather who loved so richly and had a life well-lived.
One of my favorite pics of Granddad (with my sister, Tracey)
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