These days, my wife has started a morning ritual of swallowing a bit of aloe vera juice as soon as I get out of bed. She remembers it, pours it, reminds me about it, and then follows-up as to whether I Consumed the supposed Digestive tract soothing agent or not. Notwithstanding, discussing her affection for me, this adds one more thing to what I consume every day, to a list that is predominated by Honey. For some reason, I have been having that sticky, amber-colored stuff for years now. I love to spread it on hot, toasted slices along with butter. I dip my digestive biscuits in it. It is also the SOS when sugar cravings hit me badly and I don’t have the good stuff to satiate the cravings. Other inclusions to the daily regimen include honey in hot water, infused with herbal tea extracts that I carry to the office. I might put some on vanilla ice-creamed served with almonds and cornflakes. What makes it so good?
That thick coating it forms along the insides of the mouth and down the throat. Invariably, you can have it when a bout of cough does not seem to cool down on its own. You need it during the winters when almost all type of nuts are consumed and they taste better with a slight splatter of the soulfully sweet taste of nectar. There is also this thing about the purity of the produce that got me started with it. For once, honey is among the most innocent looking food items. The overall persona, complete with the fiery shades, and the slow, coherent way of flowing adds to this feeling that you are consuming something with exponentially high purity levels. If you don’t want to spoil the party, don’t watch YouTube videos that talk about how to test the purity of the honey you bought. There is some bliss in this ignorance and I am loving it…