When I was a child, I liked to hold a flame under the stem of a lollipop stick, held sideways, until the plastic melted. Somehow, I was fascinated by the liquid flow of a once solid object.
In a recent NY Times article about white asparagus, the writer Elaine Sciolino confessed, “The first time I set out to harvest white asparagus, I was issued a harvesting tool that looked like a long two-pronged screwdriver and told to go out into the fields and feel the vibrations. I wanted to do well… ”
We’re accustomed to seeing beeswax sold at farmer’s markets, its name emblazoned on golden rectangular or hexagonal bars as if to authenticate its purity. Why?