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Rustic vegan gourmet prepared & served by a southern soul aiming to break bread w/ plant-based love.
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11/13/2025

Definitely still workshopping design for some big clients next week, but these little babes are for the flavor layers and notes from F&B so I can polish the dimensions together.

Small thang really. But. First of MY thangs I’ve made at the new gig.

Toasted Cashew Cheesecake Bites
100% GF, 2 out 3 Vegan

1. Peanut Butter & Date Crust, Coco Yogurt Cacao Pot de Crème Garnish

2. Toasted Zucchini Bread Crust, Macerated Maine Blueberry Garnish

3. Crustless, Vegan Lemon Curd & Mint (which will be revised to micro basil) Garnish

4. Just some yummy leftovers for my hardworking staff🙏

Still here. Still on the line. Just a quick change of venue✌️🖤🌱

11/05/2025

TOGETHER.
We. Can.

11/05/2025

This. Is. Actual. Community.

TOGETHER is the only way.

11/01/2025

🔪🫡 🤘

10/23/2025

🙏🖤🤙👀🫡🥃☠️

10/14/2025

The journey ahead has a whole range of the highest mountains to climb. And man, listen—the way I feel as I pack for the ascent, the beauty of the endurance inside, the pushing past comfort zones, the don’t let her hide.

Yeah. Big thangs.
And.
Pinch me moments.

Time to rise.
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It might not be the cart or alley you’re used to—the menu may be expanded from food boat days & more inclusive than small biz ways; diversification & growth are at hand. I break bread w/ them gladly, hold hands of those who believe in me tightly.

Stay tuned.
Let’s.
F*****.
Go.

10/07/2025

My mic sounds nice.

Check 1.

09/21/2025

I don’t know where I am in relation to my foodtrepreneurial dreams anymore. Lost. Stagnant. Still longing for the spark I feel at all of your gorgeous food posts at minimum. But. The loss of my father has me—raw, introspective maybe to my detriment for now, layered with grief, but still harboring dreams that started in elementary on my Mama’s Kitchen Counter.

So. The past month+ has been just that. Me. Making plates. Me reconnecting w/ some of my favorite plates in my favorite city. For my mama. For. My daddy. On her kitchen counters. And it has been. Food for the soul in efforts to heal the hole in our hearts he left behind. We do kinda feel like, collateral damage rn. He. Was/is. Everything to us. Collectively. Individually. So. Not knowing how to navigate. Feeling overwhelmed & overstimulated at minimum almost every minute of the day. Finding “regular” activities very hard. Still feels grounded when I can just—feed us.

These don’t capture all of our beautiful bites by any means. More so, they show—how rooted I am in food as love, especially from Mama’s Kitchen Counter.

💔❤️‍🩹💔❤️‍🩹

08/02/2025

She came to me in a dream. The wombyn who owned the smallest food biz just to keep the neighbors & the babies fed. Like the woman in the shoe, nothing to do but cook & feed. Feed & serve. The nerve it took for me to open books to see if just maybe the ones who loved me, who been tryna tell me my food was word & my flavors were full, just maybe they had been right. And just maybe you’d want to accept the invite. Come grab a bite.

I worked tirelessly to earn her. That woman. That artist. I knew I (could) be. Three gigs balanced. Barely. 120 plants to nourish. Daily. Growing the veg to gathering at tables to test out samples & schedule plates full. Simple marketing. Word of mouth. And so much encouragement from Dirty South. I knew there was room for a me up here in these trees.

I was in love w/ her. Gritty. Graffiti. Design. LLC, permits, local purveyors, prep game—all mine. Nothin but time. To grow. To show. Case the place for where the heat flows like the perfect oil temp for Mama’s Fried Chicken. And. I did that. Went to bat for self. Perpetually running bases. Giving chase for fREADom. Cooking up magic. Rustic plant life. Backbreaking grind w/ pride.

I knew she needed to shine. Closing chapters brings new words to page, so to be enraged at self for not spinning her into enough gold to set tables, feed folk & find static hope beyond her trailer hitch—would be to miss her beauty. The opportunity to forward her as muse to someone drawn to her colors & tags, ready to fire her up again & continue the drag race to food truck life was almost too good to be true. Out of all the messages I knew his was the vibe & man, did he come through.

She left me yesterday. To continue her mission w/ someone ready to keep pushin. Polishing her metals & ironing her stripes. The passing of torch felt right. She’s a tough ole beast, full of drive & determination. She’ll knock the wind out like a kick to the gut, but she’s worth the fight—until the next life, let’s meet for lunch?

Goodbye,
Sour Patch Suckah Punch✌️🌱🖤

SOLD & Slated for S U C C E S S
The Greenhouse Food Cart (by SAO)
10/2019-08/2025

07/27/2025

Waving through another current of sadness in disconnecting from my business. There are other heavier thangs at play as well that I am sure are contributing to my gravity filter being at free fall—but, as much as I do not miss one bit of the poor network wide business model for food truck pop up life or the physical expectations of my tiny rig & methods of ex*****on, I do miss cooking for people & making pretty plates & serving local beauty & working harder than many would for myself & the plant based community.

I ventured out last night to support a new space at a local venue where I used to clock in for my winters & just the hustle in the kitchen, the vibe of working to feed people, remembering the very real friends I found there who I rarely see at this point—it was a bit of a crash immersion back into what I do miss, will miss in trying to grow The Greenhouse by SAO.

My cart will be sold soon. She will feed many more, of this I am certain. I am still finding the joy in getting back to the kitchen for my little home team; I am also sad.

I. Opened a business.
I. Secured two investors to help me launch.
I. Have no outstanding invoices.
I. Fed thousands w/ gigs booked for upwards of 1000 plates at a time for some.
I. Learned to stop allowing people to condescend my value by either wanting me to change my cart aesthetic for them or acting sympathetic/misunderstanding my serious focus instead of recognizing how hard my grind was.
I. Ran a cart that most would not dare to think to serve my menus from and/or would simply not be able to operate in general.
I. Owned/operated a legitimate business, all inventory/prep/marketing/booking & most services solo for six years.
I. Passed all health inspections w/ vibrant colors.
I. Chose my mental health, physical wellness & family’s stability instead.

I. Still wish I had a cafe all my own where people come to get one of their favorite plates enough to pay the bills.

Just….needed some self-reminders b/c I know I don’t post enough for my even small followership to notice anymore. And, while I am thankful for a lot on the other side like fresh herbs for a small GEG batch, I am trying to feel the feels fully.

07/17/2025

Asking firm. Hmu w/ serious inquiries & a few more pics.

07/10/2025

Was a real struggle to muster cooking for loved ones & family when I was running the cart seasons & trying to cater indoor winter events on a tiny little flat top w/ 1 steam table. I managed to just feed absolutely everybody biz & personal for the first couple years, but—the last two, the people I love most stopped getting plates set for them. And that. That is the antithesis of why I started my biz in the first place. They are why.

It feels good. To be empowered by the choice to close out my license. And to take a step FORWARD into actually earning & really wanting to set the table again for my loved ones.
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STAY TUNED for details about the sale of my little ole food cart. She cute. She ain’t much. But she has fed literal thousands (sometimes at 1 pop up), so trust me, she can make it happen.

She comes as-is. Umbrella shown not included, but a similar navy blue one is. I haven’t had any issues keeping her on the up-and-up for 6 years though. She has passed ALL inspections w/out problem. She has my beloved graffiti & an easy to remove/cover quick decal on side panels that I am sure you can revise as you want pretty easily. I will create/share a Marketplace Ad soon (IF I can find time away from these plants lol) & I am hoping someone wants to keep ole Suckah Punch rolling.

THANK YOU for all the plates you enjoyed. THANK YOU for my ride-or-dies who always showed up. THANK YOU for so many who didn’t try to change any part of me or my cart or my vision to fit them. THANK YOU for the love🌱🖤

SAO

Cornbread. Cause I wanted to & FOR SALE signs. Cause it’s time.

Address

Parsonsfield, ME

Website

http://thegreenhousebysao.com/

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