During my college years, my father harvested raw honey on our Brenham family farm. Infused with an unmistakable wildflower symphony, and thicker and sweeter than the store-bought kind, the honey from those Hill Country hives taught me to appreciate homegrown liquid gold.
Since that 100-acre farm was sold years ago, along with the bee boxes my father built and cultivated for years, I’ve been on the hunt for a comparable nectar. I think I found it, or at least something close to it, at a honey stand off of Lutheran Church Road in Tomball.
Tate’s Local Honey Stand…