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The Locavore’s Dilemma

Growing His Own: Radharadhya

A few years back, my friends Radharadhya and Kiriti and I had a discussion that could have been aptly titled, “Where Have All the Vegetarians Gone?”.

Back in our day, thoughtful, alternative, artsy, crunchy, hipster types were vegetarian. The uniform was easy to spot and usually consisted of one or more of the following–dreadlocks on white people, dyed black hair, messenger bag, thick black plastic glasses frames, chain wallet,  tiny vintage t-shirts, canvas vans. These days, the dress is more or less the same but the diet has changed.

Beets and chard and broccolini are still there, but now served alongside free range chickens and organic local veal cutlets. Just as the straight edge kids grew up and now post what bar they are headed to on Facebook, the vegetarians too felt the social strain of a limited, plant based diet and “branched out” to more accessible fare. But of course, there has to be a hook.

And the new hook these days is eating locally. Somehow, killing animals for food is okay, as long as the animals have been raised nearby and have plenty of grass. People who read John Robbins Diet for a New America back in high school have now dumped that book at Goodwill to clear room on their bookshelves for the latest Michael Pollan hardback, shipped from Powells.com, as opposed to Amazon. Local is the new vegetarian. If you can personally butcher the meat yourself, hey, that’s proof that civilization is advancing!

This morning I read an editorial on the Huff Post by Victoria Moran that reminded me of this conversation I had with my friends years ago. Please check it out:

Veg and the City: My Beef With Locavores.

“Vegetarianism is good. And meat is like you are eating your own body. Because if you kill an animal, it is like killing yourself.”

The above is a quote from my 6 year old son. He asked me what I was writing about and when I told him  I was posting abut vegetarianism, he asked me to add his thoughts. Gladly.

At first glance, Vm’s musings may seem naive, but I find them startlingly profound. “Because if you kill an animal, it is like killing yourself.” The empathy in this boy runs deep. He does not see the difference between eating human flesh and eating animal flesh. There is no hierarchy of bodily designation. Suffering is suffering, across the species. One entity’s suffering is wrapped up another entity’s suffering. Just how open are you to acknowledging that pain?

I could take credit for brainwashing my son into a vegetarian doctrine, but that isn’t the case. He didn’t know he was a vegetarian until he was three. He had no idea people ate meat until we were at the supermarket around Thanksgiving time and he saw people loading large, bulbous white plastic wrapped packages into their car. He asked me what that was and I had to tell him: dead turkey. To eat.

The look of shock on his face was devastating. Without any prompting, my children instinctually knew meat eating was, to be frank, a grotesque abomination. I told my kids that there were dead bodies of animals wrapped in packages in the store. That most of the people shopping here bought, cooked and ate those dead bodies. That how we eat is called vegetarianism and most people don’t eat that way.

Over the years I have tried to brainwash them to have courteous social skills so they can get along in a society where meat is the dominant culture. I never feared them wanting to taste or experiment with meat. Their humanity runs too deep for that.



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Pucker Up!

Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve has made its way onto the Sabjimata Store’s shelves.

Hand pitting 3 gallons of cherries was not as bad as I thought it would be. Who needs a cherry pitter when you have opposing thumbs?



Whole sour cherries, cooked in a sweet cherry puree, tartly burst in the mouth. The taste is complex and refreshing, with just the right amount of sweetness to balance the pucker (relax, it’s an ever so mild pucker).



Because Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve is not too sweet nor too sour, it goes wonderfully just about anywhere you would put your favorite cherry jam–be it on top of toast, cheesecake or rice pudding. And like many other Sabjimata products, Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve also tastes great eaten straight from the jar. Lower in sugar than a traditional jam, and packed full of fruit, Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve is a fat free, wheat free, peanut free, gluten free, meat free alternative to fat, wheat, peanuts, gluten and meat.* Of course it is! It’s jam. But a conserve.

My husband commented that the Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve is addictive, as are most sweet and sour foods. Personally, I like that the sweet base is blended while the sour cherries remain whole. Sheer genius, if i do say so myself. Not only are there a mix of tastes but also textures. The acidity of the sour cherries creates a much thicker jam, making Sweet & Sour Cherry Conserve perfect for baked fillings. I can almost gaurantee it will not volcano-ize in your oven, oozing forth from whatever pastry is supposed to be hedging it in.
Honestly, I am just so happy I had the opportunity to work with such a wonderful fruit! When I was pregnant with my son, the two foods I craved were apples and cherries. I still don’t understand why I craved the humble, vitamin bereft apple, but cherries! That’s rich man’s fruit. Full of vitamins, texture, color and taste, I’m glad I don’t have to again go through the commitment of child-raising in order to enjoy the fruits of my labor.



*Sorry. I really like making jam. I even really like keeping this blog. But let me tell you, it is very difficult to try to write about jam over and over (and over and over and over…) again while trying to make it sound new and fresh. It’s jam! And while it is true that different fruits behave differently in the pot, as well as taste differently on the tongue, they pretty much look the same in the jars. Especially the red ones. You may also notice me getting a little experimental with the mise en scene of my pictures. Hey, I’m just trying to keep things interesting for you. And me!

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Sometimes I ask myself whether or not I really want to do this. Make jam.  Sell jam.  The whole jam business thing.

I never set out to do a business. Last year I just made much too much strawberry jam.  The local Hare Krishna farm, Gita Nagari, had way more strawberries than anyone could use. And they were gooood.  I’ve never tasted strawberries so sweet.  I couldn’t handle the thought of them rotting in the field so I bought some.  Alright, I bought a lot. Maybe 15 gallons total.
Towards the end of the summer I realized just how difficult it would be to go through all that jam within a two year period.  Even with all the jars I was giving away as gifts.  My husband, Madhava, suggested I sell some.  Friends were bothering me to buy some.  So, I set up a rough blog and sent out an email.
And that’s where fate stepped in. Of course I sent the email to family, thinking that even if they didn’t want to buy any of my jam they would at least be happy that I was trying to sell some.  My cousin, Laura Levitt, then did something that was so Laura. Only she didn’t tell me she was doing it.
Laura is more than a cousin to me.  She is my familial link to feeling like I belong.  Which in my case of  being the adopted oddball, makes my position as the black sheep of the family seem even more out of place. But with Laura as my cousin, I feel like I have someone else to not fit in with. Together we can wear our black–or chartreuse or patchwork or lame’ or handloom ikat–wool and we match.  At least with one another.  In a mixing prints kind of way.
In the early 90’s I lived with Laura while attending Temple University. She opened my eyes beyond the bore, I mean, core curriculum and introduced me to a world of feminist studies, identity politics and just really good teachers.  Basically, she assisted my transformation from erratic to radical.  And she even understands how being a Hare Krishna fits in with that.  I just love Laura.
Laura is the kind of person who is actually happy for other people’s successes.  Honestly, I don’t know too many of them.  So, being Laura, this is what she did.
Laura forwarded my email to Dana Cowen, Editor-in-Chief of Food & Wine Magazine. I met Dana years ago when I was about seven and attended her undergraduate graduation from Brown University, where she and Laura were not only roommates but best friends.  So without knowing that Laura did this, I received an email from Nick Fauchald, Senior Associate Food Editor at the magazine. He was asking to get a sample of my jams to try them out.
Now, the idea of this was totally off my radar but still, when introduced, had a great amount of appeal.  At that point I didn’t have many varieties, and it was all pretty basic stuff: Strawberry Jam, Elderberry Syrup (yum), Chili Pickle.  I had just bought a bushel of local peaches for home canning and that is when, through Divine Inspiration, Saffron Cardamom Peach Jam was born. And Vanilla Bean Peach Butter. And let me tell you, they’re good.
So I discovered a place where I could buy pro jars, got some bo-bo labels printed and mailed off the jam to Nick.  After a few weeks he wrote back that they really enjoyed the jam.  Okay.  Then what?  Well, they didn’t have a spot in the magazine for it at the time, but he would keep it in mind.
Was he serious, or just being nice?  I’m not sure.
But anyway, that is how the business got started. Kind of by forces beyond my control. Maybe that’s how it should happen.
So I advertised on Chakra, a Hare Krishna news site, and tried refining my blog along the way.  Surprisingly to me, I started getting orders. And not just from friends and family but people who I had no idea of their existence prior to our encounters of the jam kind.  People googling “best peach jam” or looking for quince jelly for their Thanksgiving turkey recipe.  Whatever the case, they found me on the web and I was selling them jam.
The Food & Wine thing was really a push and I started thinking about making my jam operation more pro. I considered selling my jam at the newly opened Farmer’s Market in Carlisle, but the booth fee coupled with the winding, stomach churning, one hour drive over the mountain made me think twice about it.  Besides, it’s not like there is such a huge population in Carlisle anyway (although it is a really cute college town).    It didn’t seem worth the endeavor, or the time away from my kids.
Then, on the darkest and dreariest of winter days, we decided to move to Alachua,  Florida so that our kids would have more of a life than they would growing up in the middle of nowhere in Central Pennsylvania (no offense to anyone who feels Central PA is located elsewhere).  I had mixed feelings about the move, which meant leaving behind my truly functional and fabulous custom kitchen with the 40″ soapstone sink and twin faucets.  My gardens, full of gooseberries, mulberries, crabapple, pear, raspberry, roses and other edibles, would stay behind.  And the Amish farmers, the Brummers and the Pennsylvania Backyard Fruit Growers.
I started looking into possibilities in Florida.  Or more accurately, obstacles.  I contacted the Florida Dept. of Ag and found out that Florida was not as small business friendly as Pennsylvania. In Pennsylvania, I am sure due to the Amish, one could process food at home and be legal. In Florida, regardless of the size of your business, you must use a profession kitchen which meets all the legal requirements.  As far as fruit goes, most of the fruit grown in Florida gets shipped to fresh market in New England and the Northeast.  Because of the growing season, Florida growers can get top dollar for their fruit since it comes in early.  That explains why when I visited Florida a month ago, the limes I bought at the supermarket were imported from Mexico.  And then there was the issue of jars. I think I found a place in Atlanta to source them from, but still, that’s about 5 hours away and I’ll have to pay for it.
But with all this discouragement, I still found hope. Friends were very supportive and I realized Florida had something which PA lacked: easy access to distribution.  The other day I called Ward’s Supermarket in Gainesville to get the pricing on their sugar.  Twenty five pounds of cane is ridiculous but the turbinado is well priced. Anyway, once the man heard I made jam and was into the whole local thing, he just short of promised me that Ward’s would carry it when I got down there.  Now, that’s more than just hopeful.
But still, I ask myself, is this what I want to do. Is this how I want to spend my time.  Jam making is very time consuming.  Taking this into consideration, it makes sense that it is made in a factory.  Except for the fact that factories are gross and use substandard ingredients.  I mean, there’s other stuff I would like to do with my time, like become a foreign aid worker, learn an instrument, learn a second language.  So what if most of these things are unrealistic? I mean, what is the likelihood of a dumb American like myself learning a second language?  That dashes my desire to attend graduate school, which would also require some kind of competency outside English.  Okay.  But there are some things I would like to do within my limited realm called my life: service at my temple, hanging out with my kids, exercising so I don’t feel like I’m 63 instead of 33, writing and cooking stuff other than jam.  Or things eaten with jam.
So while I try to keep this blog updated with my fascinating jam life and while I try to get a media kit together so I can try and drum up some press for Sabjimata, I’m also burdened with 
the existential question of whether or not jam is worth it.  

So…..what do you think?  Really, I’m interested.


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Chickasaw Plum

Life just got very exciting. This is the kind of thing that does it for me. In anticipation of our move to Alachua County, Florida, and while I try to usefully utilize my time while I am stranded in State College while my children attend preschol (that’s right…preschool! I’m nuts…), I googled “Gainesville, Locavore.” Some really nice stuff came up, which I am adding to my links at the bottom of the page. But this chickasaw plum really has really gotten my fruit juices going. This is the kind of stuff I live for: edible, wild, native growth. And tart. Oh, so good.

The inspirational plum, I look forward to our meeting.

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