Make of this what you will. I am batching it Turkey Day, the wife is taking care of a sick relation. The bad news is no turkey. The good news is I get to eat anything I want free of nagging that everything I like is bad for me. Hence the huge steaming hot biscuit dripping honey and sinful melted full-leaded French butter on my keyboard. It's Burleson honey, from Waxahatchie Texas, a place good for nothing much else near as I can tell. "US Grade A Fancy", the label says. I remember well the day 35 years ago when I moved to Texas and bought my first bottle of their "Pure Texas Honey." But wait! What is the fine print I see on this latest bottle? "Product of U.S.A, Argentina, Mexico, Canada, Uruguay and Brazil"? Goddam NAFTA! My SUV may guzzle Venezuelan oil. My toilet paper may be made of Amazonian pulp. And my winter greens may come from Mexico. But I'll be damned if I'll eat furrin' honey with my French butter!