Mason jars, mismatched plates, good vibes, and a myriad of honey flavors to consume off of tiny plastic spoons. This was the basis of the Kinfolk event that Nino and I attended this past weekend. Kinfolk Magazine concocted the concept and with the help of local honey farms and several event coordinators, successfully created a chain of international honey events. I was excited to finally meet follow Kinfolk fans; I adore the magazine’s engaging stories which are accompanied by aesthetically perfect photographs. I’ve been following them for quite a while, but this was my first event.
Despite the expansive trip that lay ahead of us, we were jittery and excited as we headed north to Marshall Honey Farm. Although we were given no specific details of the event, we had our own personal agendas: Nino insisted that we played with bees in bee suits, I wanted to meet other Kinfolk kinfolk (ha), and we craved some amazing shots of the whole ordeal.
With cameras slung along our necks and empty stomachs, we were ready. We watched a slightly dated yet cheeky video about bees, listened to Mr. and Mrs. Marshall tell the story behind their farm while sampling their wide array of honeys, suited up to see the bees at work, and infused our own honey to take home while snacking and meeting new people.
The jar on the left, a orange and lavender infused honey. The jar on the right, a lemon, ginger, and mint concoction.
The Marshalls were entertaining and hospitable. They joked and playfully bantered back and forth. While giving a rundown of their “country boy meets city girl” story, their passion and knowledge of their craft was obvious. They prided themselves on making honey in an honest fashion; looking around the farm, the resources were modest and lacking in any fancy machinery.
Favorite quote of the day comes from Mr. Marshall- “You can do whatever you want as long as you work like a fool.”
Of course, ,some extra honey for the road. I got a jar of the Fairmont honey, Nino got a block of a honeycomb.