For those who don't know this about me, (and you should be ashamed of yourselves since it's all I talk about)...I love little things. When I was a kid, I helped my Mom collect miniature, unusable tea pot sets. Now that I think about it, I was the one to overreact to their cuteness. She probably went along with it to make me feel good. To this day, my family sends me miniature bottles of condiments for presents because they know the reaction it will get. I gush over how cute anything is that has been shrunken from real size.
Going along with the I-Like-Tiny-Things theme, I have been in the market for months to locate the perfect honey jar. It may sound like a long time to wait for something that simply holds supersaturated sugar solution made by bees, but I am a very patient shopper when I have something specific in mind. And this was certainly worth the wait. A few months ago, I found a wooden honey dipper at Williams-Sonoma. I wandered around the store holding it in my shaking hands (hey, I was excited...it was cute and small!) trying to find the honey jar that could accompany such a purchase. I occasionally visit this store to make myself feel depressed that I will never spend any money on its premises. What an amazing place! Anyway, I found the dipper but couldn't find a little dish with a hollowed-out lid to leave room for the dipper to stay in the honey. There may be nothing worse in life than a honey dipper that has no place in the jar. So I put the dipper back (after twenty minutes of mental debate, mind you) and walked out of the store, knowing I was now on a mission to find my ideal honey jar. With as cute of a honey dipper as was offered by Williams-Sonoma. But not costing $40 and an arm. Is that so much to ask?!
And tonight.....ah, tonight. I found it. At, where else, my favorite store in the whole wide world. Unexpectedly, the jar wasn't white to match all of my other serving dishes. But it was tiny and adorable and made for honey. And I did a photo shoot with it, like any normal woman would have done. Which may just to reiterate again how I feel about miniature things. Now I will just have to find some excuses to cook something that requires honey.