HONEY BALSAMIC VINEGAR

Until 25 years ago, true balsamic vinegar, or aceto balsamico tradizionale as it is called in Italian, was an artisanal product relatively unknown outside of Italy. The production of honey balsamic vinegar closely resembles that of honey wine making. It begins with a mixture of pure, natural, unpasteurized honey and water. Yeasts are added to this mixture to convert the natural sugars into alcohol. This honey wine, called mead, is then, in accordance with traditional methods, transferred to a batteria (a set of progressively smaller wooden barrels). The acetobaters (batteria) consume the alcohol and convert the liquid into vinegar. As the vinegar is put through the succession of wooden barrels, the unique flavour and colour are enhanced. In combining old and new methods, the traditional fermentation and aging is followed, but the production means are manipulated to allow the vinegar to be sold at a much younger age. The expense of housing vinegar for many years is greatly reduced allowing a more affordable consumer price.

Balsamic vinegar is best sipped or drizzled over food right at the table. Other uses include: added to sauces or soups just before serving; salad dressings; marinades; glazes; or even used on it's own as a dipping sauce. Babe's Honey Balsamic Vinegar has a distinctive, subtly sweet flavour. It is best to store Honey Balsamic Vinegar in a cool, dark place.

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"Honey,
even more than wine,
is a reflection of place...
Honey is the flower transmuted,
its scent and beauty transformed
into aroma and taste."
   Stephanie Rosenbaum


"If the bee disappeared
   off the surface of the globe
then man would only have
   four years of life left.
No more bees,
    no more pollination,
        no more plants,
            no more animals,
                no more man."
   Albert Einstein


"The honey-bee that wanders
   all day long
The field, the woodland,
   and the garden o'er,
To gather in his
   fragrant winter store,
Humming in calm content
   his winter song,
Seeks not alone the
   rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup,
   the violet's lips,
But from all rank and
   noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of
   sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice."
   Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta


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