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chocolate cake with basil buttercream

Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Basil Buttercream

I had my first taste of basil and chocolate almost two decades ago, out with friends at Lucia’s restaurant in Minneapolis. Our server recommended the chocolate cake paired with the basil ice cream, and the combination sounded so intriguing we decided to trust him. The bright blue of my shirt, the buzz of voices at tables surrounding us, the candles speckling the dimly lit room, and chocolate and…

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Blackberry Basil Buttercream

Monday, June 6, 2016

‘Tolkien once remarked to me that the feeling about home must have been quite different in the days when a family had fed on the produce of the same few miles of country for six generations, and that perhaps this was why they saw nymphs in the fountains and dryads in the wood – they were not mistaken for there was in a sense a real (not metaphorical)…

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chocolate pudding cakes with no-churn basil ice cream (and a happy birthday giveaway)

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

“I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools – friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty – and said ‘do the best you can with these, they will have to…

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A Trio of Summer Beverages | Guest Post From Reclaiming Provincial

Monday, June 10, 2013

It’s the summer of fun! For reasons before mentioned, I am lining up guest posts for this summer. First up is Carey from Reclaiming Provincial. I somehow only recently discovered Carey’s space a few months ago, but fell in love instantly with her gorgeous photographs and recipes. She’s amazing. Hello, everyone! I am excited to be sharing something in Sarah’s gorgeous space. I have long admired her work,…

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blackberry and basil focaccia bread

Friday, May 18, 2012

One little basil leaf stared at me today, and it’s posture struck me as I snapped it’s picture. There it lay so small, so lonely, as if it were trying to curl itself up and sneak out; wishing for a gentle gust of wind to just take it to the right. I was instantly flooded with hundreds of similar stories of myself; there were all those awkward moments,…