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mcouioui wrote:

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For the fine wine let make the specialists Chris please...

William...I bow to your superiority in the wine business!

mcouioui wrote:
More serious question, is the honey the timely in the possible food?


Honey should be 'on the comb'. Si Klegg loved it:

A little farther along Si's quick eye noticed a row of beehives standing on a bench in the yard of one of the natives. He had a weakness for honey.

"Shorty," said he, "see them hives over thar? How'd ye like ter have some honey fer supper?"

Shorty "allowed" that it would be a good thing. Si stopped and waited a few minutes until his own regiment got past, thinking his plan would be less liable to interruption. Then he leaped over the fence, went up to the hives, and boldly tipped one of them over, hoping he could get a comb or two, fill his coffee-kettle, and effect his retreat before the bees really found out what he was doing. But the bees instantly rallied their forces and made a vigorous assault upon the invader. Si saw that it would be too hot for him, and without standing upon the order of his going he went at once, in a decidedly panicky condition. The bees made the most of their opportunity, using their "business ends" on him with great activity and zeal. They seemed to fully share the common feeling in the South towards the 'Yanks".

A disheveled woman, smoking a cob-pipe, had watched Si's raid from the door-way,with a stormy face. As he fell back in utter rout she screamed, "Sarves ye right!" and then sat down on the doorstep and laughed till she cried. She enjoyed it as much as the bees did. The latter took hold of Si in various places, and by the time he caught up with the regiment one eye was closed, and there was a big lump on his nose, besides several more stings which the bees had judiciously distributed about his person. It was very evident that he had been overmatched, and had come out second best in the encounter. Corporal Klegg presented a picturesque appearance as he reached Company Q, and the boys screamed with delight.

"Whar's yer honey?" said Shorty. " 'Pears like ye waked up the wrong passenger that time!"

Si laughed with the rest, rubbed salt on his stings, and plodded on, consoling himself with the thought that his was not the only case in which the merit of earnest effort had gone unrewarded.