The Beekeeper's Kitchen
Also known as…our home.
This is where the day starts with coffee (probably with a drizzle of honey), where new honey recipes are dreamed up, and where the bulldogs spend their days snoring in sunbeams, waiting for something tasty to hit the floor. It’s our personal residence, the heart of Fat Head Honey, and the place where life on the farm unfolds—one biscuit, one drizzle of honey, and one nap at a time.
“Living on a honey farm is the kind of sweet dream I never knew I’d get to live. Every day, I wake up surrounded by the buzz of bees, the smell of fresh honey, and the soft snoring of bulldogs who think they run the place. This isn’t just a house—it’s where every idea for Fat Head Honey is tested, tasted, and sometimes completely reworked after a ‘what was I thinking?’ moment. But that’s the fun of it—figuring out new ways to share the honey we love, right here in our own kitchen.”
Where Recipes (and Occasionally, Disasters) Happen
This kitchen isn’t where we bottle or package honey—it’s where the dreaming happens. From testing out new infusionsto brainstorming our next seasonal flavor, everything starts right here, usually with a sticky spoon in one hand and a notebook full of ideas in the other. Some experiments are instant winners, while others… well, let’s just say not every honey idea is a keeper.
And yes, Brian has definitely walked in more than once wondering how I managed to use every single spoon in the house.
Life in the Beekeeper’s Kitchen
Life here is equal parts cozy, chaotic, and completely ours. It’s where the smell of fresh honey meets homemade biscuits, where beeswax finds its way onto every surface, and where our fat-headed bulldogs pretend they have important jobs (they don’t).
Visitors may not get to step inside, but trust us—it’s exactly what you’d expect from a beekeeper’s kitchen. A little messy, a little magical, and always full of something sweet.
Queen holds down the fort with well earned nap.
Farm Fact: The Language of Biscuits
In the South, (where Kathy spent many years before moving back to her home state of Nebraska) she learned the real measure of a good biscuit isn’t just how it tastes—it’s whether it can hold up to a generous drizzle of honey without falling apart. And We take biscuit testing very seriously around here.
So while this stop is off-limits to visitors, just know that every new idea, every fresh biscuit, and every sweet drizzle of honey starts right here—usually with a bulldog watching, just in case we drop something.