The bees are getting drunk in my back yard, intoxicated by whatever they're sipping out of over-ripe pears that have fallen to the ground. It puts me in mind that the "stiroff" season is approaching -- end of September or early October, I think -- when folks in the southern highlands, and maybe elsewhere, would gather to boil down sorghum squeezings into molasses and make a party out of it. I wondered if anyone had ideas how to recapture the spirit of those occasions in a modern setting?