Monthly Archives: May 2008

"EAT ME." WIN THIS. The Contest.


Here’s a little contest for anyone out there wanting a free Human Made Sabjimata shirt. It is called: “EAT ME.” WIN THIS. The “THIS” being the shirt (like, okay, you already knew that).

So folks, here’s what you have to do. It is a bit silly, but so what. Send me something–a paragraph, a poem, a photo, a collage, opening scene montage. Whatever. You have free reign of expression.

But what you have to express is limited to this: If you were a food, what food would you be. Try to give a why with it. I know…so Barbara Walters. So what?

The winner will have the honor of having his or her winning entry displayed here on my very own winning blog. And oh yeah, the t-shirt is yours, too.

The rules are:

1) You have to live on the North American continent or otherwise be willing to pay the shipping costs. I’m not spending thirty bucks to send your free t-shirt to Tasmania.

2) Deadline for entries is June 15. Send entries to sabjimata@gmail.com with subject line: contest entry.

3) Want to be a whole smorgasboard? Enter as many times as you like but not with the same entry. I won’t make fun of you but I may feel sorry for you that you have nothing better to do with your time.

4) Please don’t gross me out. There’s a lot of potential for that. Don’t do it.

5) This is a meat unfriendly contest. Please keep your entries vegetarian.

6) Winner is chosen completely arbitrarily by me, the sole and only judge. All decisions are final.

7) If no one enters, I win by default.

I’m looking forward to exploring your food narcissism. And remember,”Free Shirt!”

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"EAT ME." WIN THIS. The Contest.


Here’s a little contest for anyone out there wanting a free Human Made Sabjimata shirt. It is called: “EAT ME.” WIN THIS. The “THIS” being the shirt (like, okay, you already knew that).

So folks, here’s what you have to do. It is a bit silly, but so what. Send me something–a paragraph, a poem, a photo, a collage, opening scene montage. Whatever. You have free reign of expression.

But what you have to express is limited to this: If you were a food, what food would you be. Try to give a why with it. I know…so Barbara Walters. So what?

The winner will have the honor of having his or her winning entry displayed here on my very own winning blog. And oh yeah, the t-shirt is yours, too.

The rules are:

1) You have to live on the North American continent or otherwise be willing to pay the shipping costs. I’m not spending thirty bucks to send your free t-shirt to Tasmania.

2) Deadline for entries is June 15. Send entries to sabjimata@gmail.com with subject line: contest entry.

3) Want to be a whole smorgasboard? Enter as many times as you like but not with the same entry. I won’t make fun of you but I may feel sorry for you that you have nothing better to do with your time.

4) Please don’t gross me out. There’s a lot of potential for that. Don’t do it.

5) This is a meat unfriendly contest. Please keep your entries vegetarian.

6) Winner is chosen completely arbitrarily by me, the sole and only judge. All decisions are final.

7) If no one enters, I win by default.

I’m looking forward to exploring your food narcissism. And remember,”Free Shirt!”

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Food Not Lawns: A Suburban Revolution

We never planned on buying a house in a subdivision. Our fist home in North Carolina was on an acre, with blueberry bushes, a set of serious fig trees and one of those ornamental cherries that sheds a downy fluff of pink silk.

Here in Pennsylvania we have two acres perfectly composed of edibles and ornamentals, old growth shade trees, a smattering of pine and grass that looks imported from Ireland. Aside from mowing, everything is pretty low maintanence.

Our Florida house, however, will be in a subdivision. We never desired to live anywhere near a subdivision, yet alone actually in one. But strangely, we are not dreading it. It is what it is. A house sandwhiched between two other houses with a house across from it and a house behind it. Sigh.

One thing I am looking forward to, however, is the gardening potential. If everything goes forward without any last minute surprises, we will be living in a house on a half acre plot, which isn’t too shabby for a subdivision. The land has pretty much nothing planted on it–so I get to figure it all out myself.

I know our gardens will be a process; we do not have the money to plant everything at once. But at least it will be our process. In North Carolina we had to live with azaleas which alternated white-red-white-hot pink-white-red-white. Why? It was ugly. But of course, we weren’t going to go ahead and rip out (and kill!) perfectly good plants just because they didn’t suit our personal taste.

Although I have not read the book and have no intention of reading the book, I am feeling inspired, nonetheless, by the title of the book: Food Not Lawns. Eager to plant mostly edibles (including flowers, of course), I am looking forward to transforming our sandy, Florida lot into a raised bed buffet.

On the Food Not Lawns site there is an inspiring essay about the glories of transforming your lawn into something a little more useful.

Actually, in North Carolina we had a neighbor who’s front part of his property was all raised beds and sour cherry trees. Joe even left a ladder out under the trees when the cherries were ripe so anyone on Palmers Grove Church Road could come and pick at will. He had fencing up around his beds to keep the rabbit and deer out, but all humans were welcome. You can’t be stingy when you put your wealth right out in the open like that. Joe wasn’t. And he didn’t even live in a subdivision.

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Food Not Lawns: A Suburban Revolution

We never planned on buying a house in a subdivision. Our fist home in North Carolina was on an acre, with blueberry bushes, a set of serious fig trees and one of those ornamental cherries that sheds a downy fluff of pink silk.

Here in Pennsylvania we have two acres perfectly composed of edibles and ornamentals, old growth shade trees, a smattering of pine and grass that looks imported from Ireland. Aside from mowing, everything is pretty low maintanence.

Our Florida house, however, will be in a subdivision. We never desired to live anywhere near a subdivision, yet alone actually in one. But strangely, we are not dreading it. It is what it is. A house sandwhiched between two other houses with a house across from it and a house behind it. Sigh.

One thing I am looking forward to, however, is the gardening potential. If everything goes forward without any last minute surprises, we will be living in a house on a half acre plot, which isn’t too shabby for a subdivision. The land has pretty much nothing planted on it–so I get to figure it all out myself.

I know our gardens will be a process; we do not have the money to plant everything at once. But at least it will be our process. In North Carolina we had to live with azaleas which alternated white-red-white-hot pink-white-red-white. Why? It was ugly. But of course, we weren’t going to go ahead and rip out (and kill!) perfectly good plants just because they didn’t suit our personal taste.

Although I have not read the book and have no intention of reading the book, I am feeling inspired, nonetheless, by the title of the book: Food Not Lawns. Eager to plant mostly edibles (including flowers, of course), I am looking forward to transforming our sandy, Florida lot into a raised bed buffet.

On the Food Not Lawns site there is an inspiring essay about the glories of transforming your lawn into something a little more useful.

Actually, in North Carolina we had a neighbor who’s front part of his property was all raised beds and sour cherry trees. Joe even left a ladder out under the trees when the cherries were ripe so anyone on Palmers Grove Church Road could come and pick at will. He had fencing up around his beds to keep the rabbit and deer out, but all humans were welcome. You can’t be stingy when you put your wealth right out in the open like that. Joe wasn’t. And he didn’t even live in a subdivision.

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Rose Petal Jam @ the Sabjimata Outlet Store


Last nite I made a small batch of Rose Petal Jam. It was business as usual in the kitchen, but somehow the jam turned out less than perfect. Alright, I know how. I overcooked it.

It is such a shame, too, because the rose petals were so fresh, fragrant, dewy and plump. In a word, they were perfect. Rose Petal Jam is currently back ordered so I am eager to get some new batches cooked and shipped, but maybe last nite I was a little too eager. Human made means the occasional human error. The jam is okay, but a bit too gooey for my taste. Fortunately, it was only a small batch of six jars. Unfortunately, there are customers waiting for their Rose Petal Jam.

I remember when I was little my mom taking me to the Wonder Bread Outlet (I know) in Woodbridge, where we would purchase smooshed loaves of Wonder Bread and dinged boxes of Twinkies. Maybe I can open a Sabjimata Outlet Store, unloading whatever jars don’t make the Sabjimata Human Made cut at a heavily discounted price.

Here are some pictures from last nite’s session in the kitchen. Everything looks picture perfect, but the consistency of the jam is not how it needs to be. So the wait for Rose Petal Jam continues until some more roses open up. But at least now you know I am an honest jam maker.


The most beautiful flowers…

Petals in the pot…

Cooking with some water…

Boil and stir…

Sugar and pectin added…

Jam ready to pour (or in this case…a little over-ready)

Sealed in jars…

Eaten on a carob peanut butter cookie. Hey, I said it was too gooey to sell, but it is just delicious to eat!

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Rose Petal Jam @ the Sabjimata Outlet Store


Last nite I made a small batch of Rose Petal Jam. It was business as usual in the kitchen, but somehow the jam turned out less than perfect. Alright, I know how. I overcooked it.

It is such a shame, too, because the rose petals were so fresh, fragrant, dewy and plump. In a word, they were perfect. Rose Petal Jam is currently back ordered so I am eager to get some new batches cooked and shipped, but maybe last nite I was a little too eager. Human made means the occasional human error. The jam is okay, but a bit too gooey for my taste. Fortunately, it was only a small batch of six jars. Unfortunately, there are customers waiting for their Rose Petal Jam.

I remember when I was little my mom taking me to the Wonder Bread Outlet (I know) in Woodbridge, where we would purchase smooshed loaves of Wonder Bread and dinged boxes of Twinkies. Maybe I can open a Sabjimata Outlet Store, unloading whatever jars don’t make the Sabjimata Human Made cut at a heavily discounted price.

Here are some pictures from last nite’s session in the kitchen. Everything looks picture perfect, but the consistency of the jam is not how it needs to be. So the wait for Rose Petal Jam continues until some more roses open up. But at least now you know I am an honest jam maker.


The most beautiful flowers…

Petals in the pot…

Cooking with some water…

Boil and stir…

Sugar and pectin added…

Jam ready to pour (or in this case…a little over-ready)

Sealed in jars…

Eaten on a carob peanut butter cookie. Hey, I said it was too gooey to sell, but it is just delicious to eat!

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Gooseberries: Just Now Coming


My gooseberries are getter fatter….

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