April 22, 2009

Sarah: Monks and Honey

If you've never made the drive to Huntsville, Utah, you really should. It's a quaint town, but there's not much to see besides a few pioneer era houses (cute) and cows (not cute smelling), but there is wonderful monastery.

The elderly monks (well, most of them are elderly) make and sell creamed honey that's deliciously flavored with hints of orange, almond, raspberry, or other flavors. I could eat it by the spoonful, but don't. Usually.

When Lisa, Nora, and company were China, E and I were left behind to make our own fun. Huntsville was the perfect distance from Salt Lake for a Saturday drive. We had lunch at a biker bar, where I sat beneath the gaping maw of an upsettingly large stuffed head of a beloved Saint Bernard (so awesome, yet terrifying). We found that, when faced with an uncomfortably quiet bar full of older men in black leather, it's best to put a dollar in the jukebox and play cheesy music. I think we made a few friends.

After lunch, we bought out the honey supply of that little monastery (they also sell religious items and will bless them or their customer if asked) and were back on the road.

And the drive home? Gorgeous.

Posted by sarah at April 22, 2009 12:17 AM

What, in the name of all that is holy, is that "trophy" on the far left (under the Saint Bernard link)? Because my brain keeps telling me....never mind.

Posted by: lisa on April 23, 2009 10:34 AM

I am still sad that I did not get to go with you.

Posted by: Marci on April 23, 2009 11:27 AM

I love you and love this entry. Everything about it is perfect.

Posted by: e on April 23, 2009 05:02 PM

Lisa, it is what you think it is. I'm sorry.

Posted by: sarah on April 23, 2009 10:48 PM

The backside of that Saint Bernard?

Posted by: lisa on April 24, 2009 12:49 PM
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