If you have read any of my earlier posts, you know that I am overwhelmed by the sensory aspects of beekeeping. The fragrance and feel of a hive are incredible, but the tastes are even more complex.
This is a capped queen cell, an elongated wax structure that protrudes from the frame. It is large enough to accomodate a growing queen larva and a luxurious amount of royal jelly, the magical substance that changes a bee's destiny from ordinary worker to revered queen. Humans believe it gives them magical powers, too.
Are you brave? I am learning to be. This is royal jelly, fresh from a destroyed queen cell Beeman removed from a frame. Like everything else from the hive, it is best experienced raw. I will say that it is an acquired taste, slightly tangy and a bit spicy. I'll stick to honey, thank you. I can get my magic in other ways.
Oh, look. How did that happen? If you think I could pass this frame by without taking a taste for myself, you overestimate my willpower when it comes to honey, especially straight from the hive. You should become a beekeeper so you can try it, too.
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