Among his many pleasures, Mac is happy to list honey. He has spent the summer politely waiting for me to finish my toast-and-honey breakfast, so that he can wash my plate for me. Tragically for him, I am currently eating marmalade for breakfast. He waits in hopes nonetheless, and is every morning disappointed.

(As I remember, he was also very fond of the pumpkin gingerbread, whose season is rapidly approaching...)