Sunday means one thing to me. TrueBlood. Yes, the vampire show. Yes, that makes me a bit of a creepy dork. No, I do not even care much for season two, and yet I cannot stop watching (and I’m rather certain the reason for that has a name, and its name is Alexander Skarsgard). So, out of boredom, a surplus of basil, and a mutual love of TrueBlood, Emma and I decided to whip up an appropriately sinister-colored drink. Enter blackberry-basil soda. Or pop, as Emma calls it.
