My father is a beekeeper. Well, he became one this year. We harvested our honey a couple weeks ago.
After being attack by the bees (seriously, it was the Thomas/My Girl experience I had nightmare about as a child, but I did only get stung once) we got down to business:
First we cut the caps off with a warm knife. Then we stuck the racks in a centrifuge where we spun the honey out.
Worth it?
Yeah.
12.5 pounds of the yummiest honey ever.
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