To my mother and her mother...
And Emilia of Rosenhill, for putting me
in the kitchen...
And my father, the chef.
To my mother and her mother...
And Emilia of Rosenhill, for putting me
in the kitchen...
And my father, the chef.
Drunk in Love 27
Sommarvatten 28
Avonlea Raspberry Cordial 29
Habanero Hero 30
White Wine Versus Red 33
Autumn 35
Elderberry Brew 36
Orange You Glad I Didnt Say Clove? 37
Chai Baby 39
Plum Drunk 40
Beets Me 41
Heart Healer 42
Winter 45
Cinnapomme 46
Digestive Brandy 47
Reishi Red 49
The Long Sleep After 50
Sassy Pants 51
Glgg 52
A Dreamers Cordial 54
Sweeteners 57
Syrups 58
Summer Berry and Schizandra Syrup from Summer
& Sarah of the Great Kosmic Kitchen 60
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Elderflower Syrup 61
Reishi & Elderberry Syrup 62
Soothing Syrup 63
Forest Path by Milla Prince of
The Woman Who Married a Bear 64
Dandelion & Ginger Syrup 65
Shrubs 67
How to Use Shrubs 68
Blueberry, Lavender & Fig 69
Apple, Rose & Hawthorn 70
Blood Orange & Spruce Tip 71
Bitters 73
Orange Peel, Gentian Root & Sassafras 75
Cherry & Cardamom 76
Ginger, Chamomile & Rose 77
Blood Orange, Thyme & Peppercorn 78
Other Bitter Herbs to Consider 79
Materia Medica 81
Self-Care 95
Adaptogenic Sugar Rim 96
To Bathe in a Cup of Tea 98
Golden Milk 99
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Lavender & Chamomile Ice Cubes 101
A Note on Wildcrafting 103
Flower Essences 105
Stones 107
Herbal Actions: A Glossary of Terms 109
Resources & Plant People 111
Acknowledgments 113
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INTRODUCTION
I have loved plants for as long as I can remember. Growing up as the daughter of a chef, fresh herbs were commonplace on our dinner plates. I can recall chopping up wild chives from our yard in Massachusetts with a plastic knife and feed- ing them to my gracious circle of stuffed animals. My love for wild things grew from there, mainly through books and the broad imagination I developed growing up as an only child. The verdant woods and gardens I dreamed of were untamed and overgrown and my potion cupboards were al-ways fully stocked.
I spent the summer after high school on a farm outside of Stockholm, collecting elderflower, baking with fresh rose petals, and grinding stinging nettles into flour, all the while unaware of the medicinal potency of each plant. It wasnt until the following summer back home on Nantucket that I happened upon the practice of using herbs as medicine with a friend who was also new to herbalism. From there,
I have loved plants for as long as I can remember. Growing up as the daughter of a chef, fresh herbs were commonplace on our dinner plates. I can recall chopping up wild chives from our yard in Massachusetts with a plastic knife and feed- ing them to my gracious circle of stuffed animals. My love for wild things grew from there, mainly through books and the broad imagination I developed growing up as an only child. The verdant woods and gardens I dreamed of were untamed and overgrown and my potion cupboards were al-ways fully stocked.
I spent the summer after high school on a farm outside of Stockholm, collecting elderflower, baking with fresh rose petals, and grinding stinging nettles into flour, all the while unaware of the medicinal potency of each plant. It wasnt until the following summer back home on Nantucket that I happened upon the practice of using herbs as medicine with a friend who was also new to herbalism. From there,
we spent many hours rummaging through fields and seaside brambles, our bicycle baskets filled to the brim with berries, weeds, and twigs. Our knees and palms were often scratched and dirtied from inspecting greens close to the ground, but the untold possibilities of these medicinal plants we collected always put our aches to rest.
A few years later, I attended the California School of Herbal Studies, where I truly delved into my practice as a medicinal herbalist, writer, and kitchen witch. Three days a week, I would wind my way down a narrow dirt road to a small red barn nestled into an emerald-covered valley. It was in that barn that I uncovered the deep history and value of cordials. Toward the end of the program, we were asked to create two different cordials and bring them along to a cordial party as one of our finals. This cordial party was con- sidered a formal event. By which I mean as formal as you can get in a barn in the middle of the Redwoods with a bunch of plant-loving nerds, draped in lace and drunkenly jumping up and down to the nineties top hits. It really was a magical night. Dozens of bottles lined the long center table, which bowed from years of use. The laughter and merriment that night cemented my already deep love of cordials and now here I am, sharing that love with you.
What I love about cordials is the real laid-back formula- tion process. Theyre quick to use up, which is perfect for someone who travels often. And in a pinch, they can infuse
overnight, making perfect last-minute gifts (my specialty) or barbecue contributions. I almost always use something called the folk method in my herbal practice. Folk method is the practice of using a sense of intuition while making herbal remedies rather than the standard, ratio-to-ratio mea- surements found in many cookbooks today. Many of these recipes include measurements as guidelines, but listening to my own gut and the plants has always been a little more suited to my style, and I encourage you to do the same.
Blotto Botany started out as a self-published zine, some- thing I made while living in a tiny farmhouse attic in Maine. It serves as a constant reminder to do what I love and listen to both my gut and plant allies. Here within the pages of this book, I invite you to make of these recipes what you will. Expand on them, love them, swap plants, swap spirits. This book is meant to be a look into an herbalists log; a variety of experiments and delicious concoctions intended to sprout new ideas and connect you with tradition.
Drink to your health, your ancestors, and your friends. Make zines, write daily, make plant friends, and stay true to your own tastes and well-being.
Blotto Botany started out as a self-published zine, some- thing I made while living in a tiny farmhouse attic in Maine. It serves as a constant reminder to do what I love and listen to both my gut and plant allies. Here within the pages of this book, I invite you to make of these recipes what you will. Expand on them, love them, swap plants, swap spirits. This book is meant to be a look into an herbalists log; a variety of experiments and delicious concoctions intended to sprout new ideas and connect you with tradition.
Drink to your health, your ancestors, and your friends. Make zines, write daily, make plant friends, and stay true to your own tastes and well-being.
we spent many hours rummaging through fields and seaside brambles, our bicycle baskets filled to the brim with berries, weeds, and twigs. Our knees and palms were often scratched and dirtied from inspecting greens close to the ground, but the untold possibilities of these medicinal plants we collected always put our aches to rest.