It’s a wonder I haven’t posted this recipe for you before because Oliver and I eat it about as often as we can get our hands on large quantities of fresh basil. We typically call it by its Thai name, but for the purposes of this blog post, let’s just call it Thai Basil Pork. Here’s why…
Let me begin by being upfront with you. Oliver loves basically anything I cook for him, which either means (a) I am a really good cook, (b) my husband’s palate is marked by the highest possible degree of unpickiness (perhaps not a real word), or (c) I am married to a human garbage disposal.