I am in the process of moving…my blog. The new address is sabjimatablog.com. It will pretty much be the same. But better. Right now it is not better. It is worse. But I am working hard at setting up the new site. See you there! There will be a little bit of blog silence until it is all functional and tidy. Hopefully that won’t last too long. In the meantime, be sure to like the blog on Facebook. Mmmmuh!
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Prior to my big monumental life change in 1997 when I gave up my miniskirts, wedge heels and Marlboro Mediums for a set of chanting beads, rubber gloves and an apron by moving into an ashram, I was definitely into collecting things. Clothes,shoes and other fashionable stuff mainly but also mugs. I had an extensive mug collection which supported my coffee addiction. When I moved into the ashram at Gita Nagari Farm in central PA, I donated my 100+ collection of mugs to the communal dining hall, where somehow they seemed to disappear within a couple of days.
Thanks to the Sabjimata Outlet Store’s quick acting online customers eager for a deal, the Rose Petal Jam that turned out too gooey to sell with the regular inventory is now sold out.
While I hope the Sabjimata Outlet Store’s inventory stays low, it is not unlikely that some new stock will arrive this summer. I will post notices of all discounted seconds on the blog.
Until then, remember: my human error can be your discounted goo.
Strawberry season has officially begun! We have a few sources for local and organic strawberries around here and I plan to take advantage of them as much as possible. Last year the kids and I were home all the time and it seemed like all we did for the first two weeks of June was pick strawberries, eat strawberries, make strawberry jam and eat hot strawberry jam. This year we mostly drive back and forth to State College for pre-school.
When I was driving the kids home from pre-school Monday I passed the Amish farm and could not help but stop short at the sight of their sign. “Stawberries.” Although they have great organic produce, their strawberries were too costly for my jam op. Better to stick with pick your own.
I checked in with the local Hare Krishna farm to see what was going on with their strawberries but it looks like they will be peaking around next week. I then called Brummer’s Farm to find out their price—same as the Amish on the already picked but the pick your own was reasonable. I told Meg that I would be by on Friday morning to pick but she seemed to think I should come right away.
My husband was leaving for work in an hour and a half and there wasn’t much time. But I do tend to get fruit panic attacks when I think of berries ripening in the field. Madhava sensed that I was getting stressed out trying to figure out when I would be able to pick so he suggested that I grab a bucket and go.
In an hour I was able to pick 2 gallons of strawberries, which isn’t that much, but a start nonetheless. And it was enough to alleviate a strawberry related panic attack. For now. At least until next week when the strawberries peak at the Hare Krishna farm.
Hopefully by then my legs will adjust to the picking squat position. Either the pain I am feeling in my thighs is testimony to the really good workout gotten from berry picking or just more proof that my physical age is closer to 63 than 33.
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 email@example.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!”
Happily, my “Human Made” shirts arrived and are here!
Unfortunately for me, the issue of choosing colors for the ink and tee was just that, a real issue. There are just so many choices; the double edged sword of capitalism. Brown with pink ink? Brown with gold? Charcoal with chartreuse? Cranberry with tangerine? Or the tried but true navy shirt with white ink. As you see, there are as many possibilities as there are pantone colors.
I decided on a brown shirt with tan ink for reasons which are probably way too over-intellectualized. Since the text is all about humans, I reasoned that tan on brown would be appropriate because they are flesh tones. Nerdy, I know.
The shirts are short-sleeved Fruit of the Loom, available in sizes XS (youth large) thru XL. All you have to do is PayPal me $11.99 (+ shipping) and you can be as cool as me. Possibly even cooler.
Have a strong aversion to browns? Feel free to leave comments about what you think would have been a good combo for the next go around of shirts. All attempts at over-intellectualizing your color scheme are truly welcomed.