I’m sure it must be, because everywhere I turn honey seems to be lurking in the background with its wonderful properties. I’ve come down with a blighter of a cold, lovingly given to me by Hairy’s Nottingham Brother (I’ve already damned him to the depths of snotty hell, so don’t worry about revenge) and I’m suffering horribly. I’ve been drinking tea with honey in, smearing it up my nose and popping it on the occasional evil spot that’s graced my poorly face. Don’t judge, it really helps in all these cases.
Honey has antibacterial properties, so it works really well in helping clear up infections either topically or internally. At least it feels that way 🙂 It’s soothing on your throat when it’s tickly, it’s great and soothing on your nose when you’ve blown it so many times it feels like it’s on fire. My parents have always been surprised as to how productive my nose can be because it’s tiny in comparison to most people’s noses. Take Hairy’s for instance, he’s got a right honker.
But I have a confession. I hate the taste of honey, and I hate the smell of it. Can’t stand the stuff even though I’ve gone through nearly an entire jar of it! Even so, mead is one of the loveliest drinks on the planet.