What Goes Well With Honey?

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">Would squeezing with one hand be easier than cutting? Perhaps he should give it a try. He flexed his fingers. He hoped he wouldn’t get a cramp in his forearm like last time. He had been overzealous. She hadn’t liked anything getting into her eye.</p><p id="0697">No danger of that this time. She was out.</p><p id="c961">Yes, it was easier. The juices dripped where they needed to go, and the seeds popped out ceremoniously. He would have to fish them out. That could wait for later.</p><p id="4710">Now, back to the root. With one hand. Gingerly, he managed. The sharp aroma struck the air.</p><p id="4502">Next step: some boiling water.</p><p id="4896">Some people were impatient. The wait made the taste better.</p><p id="4f24">Half an hour later, he was finally able to enjoy his honey ginger lemon tea.</p><p id="a620"><a

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href="undefined"><b><i>Dash Ip</i></b></a><b><i> was inspired by <a href="undefined">Zane Dickens</a>’s following prompt:</i></b></p><div id="9171" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/writing-prompt-the-master-of-the-honey-pot-is-calling-do-you-answer-b55c64f39ea4"> <div> <div> <h2>Writing Prompt: The master of the honey pot is calling. Do you answer?</h2> <div><h3>He’s round and he’s fussy, he’s … going be up to no good.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*u5jzcaO8IaF_lfPpAdRwHw.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

There are plenty of answers. Which of them are for you?

He was stuck.

More accurately, his hand was. The jar was sticky. Honey tended to do that. At least one hand still roamed free.

He could hold a knife with one hand. The problem would be holding down the root. He didn’t want strips or slices flying all over the place. That would be a mess.

Would squeezing with one hand be easier than cutting? Perhaps he should give it a try. He flexed his fingers. He hoped he wouldn’t get a cramp in his forearm like last time. He had been overzealous. She hadn’t liked anything getting into her eye.

No danger of that this time. She was out.

Yes, it was easier. The juices dripped where they needed to go, and the seeds popped out ceremoniously. He would have to fish them out. That could wait for later.

Now, back to the root. With one hand. Gingerly, he managed. The sharp aroma struck the air.

Next step: some boiling water.

Some people were impatient. The wait made the taste better.

Half an hour later, he was finally able to enjoy his honey ginger lemon tea.

Dash Ip was inspired by Zane Dickens’s following prompt: