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Something wild

With no inhibitions, honey expresses nature in full flower.

September 10, 2003|Emily Green | Times Staff Writer

Lots of foods are good. Only one is the product of nature aiming for irresistibility. Honey is food as seduction, nourishment and variety. There are, quite simply, almost as many types of honey as there are flowers.

Put bees on lavender, and the piercing perfume will permeate the honey. Meanwhile, avocado blossoms produce honey that's mysterious, musky and strong. Chestnut honey is almost savory, so much so that it's better served with pate and cheese than spooned into cream. Almond honey is just plain bitter, and farmers leave it to the bees.

Then there are the delicate surprises. California black sage, perhaps the most aromatic plant of the West, produces the subtlest honey imaginable. Meanwhile, honey melted off beeswax casings is so strong it could pass as molasses, and is perfect for beef marinades. One thing is clear: Honey is not so much a food as a school of foods. There is no one texture, color or taste.

But perhaps the most striking thing is how little humans have interfered with it. Although our animal breeders have changed the shape of cows, our agronomists have bred corn to the point where we can't be sure of its wild ancestry, and our food processors have turned cheese into something that can be sprayed from a can, the main change in honey is that, thanks to an 1850 invention of a retractable bee frame, we can extract it from hives without killing the bees.

If you bought a jar of standardized Sue Bee clover honey, put it in a time machine and beamed it back to a cave man, the only thing that would confound him would be the vacuum packing and screw top lid. The honey he would recognize.

It is one of the last truly wild foods that pass the lips of most Americans. Even the most common supermarket blends still have a distinct gamy tang, a complex register of flavors and a host of nutrients nowhere to be found in sugar.

Think about it, and of course honey would have to be more interesting, more resilient than almost any other food. Ever since plant life extended beyond swamps and conifers, our diet has depended on it. We owe our existence to flowering plants. They owe theirs to honey.

Plants that need bees to pollinate them developed nectar as bait. They not only came up with the most compelling concoction possible for bees to drink, the plants also devised signage to direct them to it. The colored stripes on the corollas of, say, a violet, may look like decoration to us, but the botanical term for them is "honey guide" and the setting the "honey pad."

The arrangement was so successful that lots of fruits and nuts began to grow, followed by warmblooded mammals like us. Today, apiarists at Cornell University estimate that one-third of the food we consume comes from crops pollinated by bees.

Exactly when we moved from eating plants pollinated by bees to raiding beehives for honey isn't clear. But somewhere along the line, we figured out that bees consume enough nectar and protein-rich pollen to keep airborne, but their main purpose is to ferry it back to their hives to store for intemperate months, and to feed their young.

At the hive, the nectar is whisked inside and fanned by bees with their wings until enough water evaporates so that it won't ferment or spoil. The bees then promptly seal the concentrated nectar, now honey, in protective wax combs. The finished product is imperishable. It may darken with age, or crystallize around a speck of dust or pollen, in which case a moment in the microwave will reliquefy it. But unless it's watered down, it won't spoil. The only safety concern is for infants, who should not be given honey until after they are a year old, when their immune systems are complete.

In her galloping read, "Food in History," Reay Tannahill suspects that humans began beekeeping in central Asia. The universality of the Eurasian words for it -- Sanskrit madhu, Chinese myit, Slavic medhu, English mead, French miel -- all say pastoral herders to her. From thence, it's a respectable guess that Turkish traders spread throughout the Middle East, where honey and fruit connoisseurship had been well established since antiquity.

Beginning in the 16th century, just as Europeans brought honey bees to America, trade in Caribbean sugar cane and a swelling slave trade introduced the world to another sweetener: sugar.

A gamy complexity

This set the scene for an uneasy relationship with honey and a defection of gourmands to sugar. While refined sugar became the choice of the elite in Europe and America, wild honey was dismissed as folksy, at best to be spread across a slice of hot buttered toast. At its worst, it became the emblem of the health food movement. It had such image problems that the current editor of Gourmet once devoted a column in this newspaper to how much she loathed it.

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