
every saturday
12 neighborhood markets
and growing
how it started
Started in a kitchen.
Stayed in the neighborhood.
My senior cat Persimmon stopped eating the day after her vet visit. Not finicky — done. I spent three weeks reading ingredient panels at 2 a.m., learning that most "premium" food is still mostly filler and rendered mystery.
So I started sourcing. Grass-fed beef liver from a farm forty minutes north. Free-range chicken hearts from a co-op two neighborhoods over. I slow-roasted and freeze-dried small batches in my apartment kitchen and brought jars to the Saturday market.
The first weekend, twelve cats tried it. Eleven sprinted back for seconds. Persimmon was one of them.

Nadia Osei
Founder & cat mom to Persimmon · Crown Heights, Brooklyn








