But it’s far more than just a book of recipes and remedies. Kami embraces all that’s real and honest, traditional and practical, about the green world and generously, with spice and vigor, offers her warm insights for all of us to savor. It’s sweetly delicious, like the elder berry syrup, Rose Delight Honey, and Benedictine liqueur, (recipes she shares along with the stories that accompany them). One can feel the grandmothers with her, guiding her, whispering their ancient wisdom and infusing it into the very teachings that Kami shares so warmly with us. Perhaps that is one of the reasons I love this book so much; it offers a sweet antidote to the sometimes stale modernism of so many herb books written today. In Kami’s The Herbal Kitchen I am reminded of all that I love most about this ancient tradition of healing, how it’s been passed down through the ages, from grandmother to granddaughter, grandfather to grandson; how it embraces simplicity and humbleness, while being grand and noble at the same time. And how it offers us the best kind of medicine, that feeds the heart as well as the body, which heals us from inside out, and reaches deeply into the sacred places of our souls.