The shirt on the left belonged to a young man who walked into the CIW’s office in November, 1996. He had been picking tomatoes in a field near Immokalee when he stopped to take a drink of water. A field supervisor accosted him, shouted “Are you here to work, or to drink water?”, and launched into him, leaving him badly bruised and bloodied — and determined to find justice. The young worker walked back to Immokalee, headed straight to the CIW office, and sparked a nighttime march of nearly 500 workers on the crewleader’s house. The marchers brandished his shirt as a banner, declaring “If you beat one of us, you beat us all!”, and helped launch a movement that changed Immokalee forever.
The shirt on the right belonged to a young man who walked into the CIW’s office last week. He had been working at a vegetable packing house, packing eggplants, about 10 miles from Immokalee when a supervisor approached him. According to the worker, the supervisor criticized his work, and he, thinking the criticism unjustified, answered back. A discussion ensued when, according to the worker and a witness, the supervisor hauled off and punched him in the face. Staggered, he swung back, but was knocked to the ground by the supervisor before others in the area stepped in to pull them apart. The worker was told to go home, clean up, and return the next day. Instead, he went to the CIW’s office, and filed a police report. He then went to the hospital, where he learned that the supervisor’s punch had broken his nose.
Do you know where your produce comes from?
Do vegans know where their produce comes from?
I ask this question whenever someone talks about “but omg the animals”
Do not support stores like Stop and Shop and other subsidiaries of Ahold. They are one of the biggest sellers of these tomatoes.
Eat local, eat healthy.
Dirt made my lunch.
Yesterday, I told Maggie that I want to paint my living room shades of yellow ranging from white cheddar to macaroni and cheese. Today, I passed the Gorilla Cheese truck and literally drooled on my sweater. Seriously, it was disgusting (of me).
After two weeks of no cheese (a miracle, I know), I realized that I need it. Going from 13 to 0 pieces of cheese over night was emotionally crushing me, thus it was necessary that I create some sort of cheese sauce for my pasta tonight. Plus, I was too lazy to stop at the store for marinara sauce on the way home from school.
I’d post a picture, but I ate it too quickly.
2 tbsp olive oil
roughly 1/2 cup original hemp milk (Thank you, Nora, for leaving that in my fridge!)
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 tbsp turmeric
pinch of sea salt
1 tsp Cayenne pepper (ooh, or chili powder!)
1/2 cup nutritional yeast
Pour olive oil into your skillet and heat it up! I set mine to medium heat.
When the pan is hot, pour in the hemp milk and stand back so it doesn’t spray your face.
Add the garlic and let it hang out for a few minutes. Stir occasionally to prevent sticking.
Add in the turmeric, salt, and pepper and stir.
Turn the heat down low and prepare your bowl of pasta. You want to do this in advance because you are going to make enough for one bowl and you are going to want it immediately. Plus, once you add the nutritional yeast, there is no turning back.
Add the nutritional yeast, stir once to incorporate, and pour directly over your pasta.
This makes enough sauce for one bowl and a whole lot of regret that you didn’t make more.
This was written by a new friend about our trip to the farm. She’s called Sara Esquibel and she is a very nice lady!
This is an article written by a lady who followed us around all day and took pictures of us covered in mud and manure. It’s an interesting take on our volunteer trip.
I’ll tell y’all about my incredible experience at an amazing farm later, but first I want to talk about a horrible experience at a horrible farm.
I’ll call this farm Grey Gardens because the woman who gave us our tasks reminded me so much of Little Edie and it made me feel uncomfortable. This is the not the terrible part of the story. The terrible part is how their chickens were treated and the way they take care of their eggs.
One of the main reasons I was excited to visit this farm was to work with animals. I’ve never really done that before and I wanted to see how free-range and “organic” animals live. This farm moved their 1500 or so chickens around the fields on a monthly basis so the chickens could roam and eat grubs and do chicken things. Fine, right? Instead, these chickens just wanted to pull and peck at the feathers on one particular rooster. This rooster was missing a great deal of his feathers and was bleeding and covered in sores. The chickens lived in 3 or 4 medium-sized coops, all covered in inches, yes inches, of shit.
Our job was to collect the chicken eggs. It was easy, but disgusting, as most of the eggs were covered in feces and we weren’t provided with gloves. Sometimes we would have to physically remove the chickens from their nest, which was fine, but then they would try and eat the eggs out of our buckets. Apparently cannibalism is common in chickens, but only if they are kept in unhealthy or unsanitary conditions.
After collecting about 50 dozen eggs, we were taken to the barn and given buckets of bleach and water to wash the eggs in. This concerned me for a few reasons. First, we were not provided any sort of gloves or protection and yet expected to sit with our hands in bleach for a prolonged period of time. It’s not only an issue of common courtesy towards volunteers, but it’s a safety issue and I was concerned that other more permanent workers spent days doing our clearly unsanitary job.
Second, this farm boasts its organic certification and as far as I know, bleach is definitely not an organic product. I read this article today when I got home about the use of bleach with organic eggs. Not only does the bleach remove the very outer layer of the egg shell, the one that keeps the insides clean, but it allows for the bleach and other chemicals to penetrate the shell and contaminate the yolk and white. Yes, I support local farmers, organic food production, and free-range animal raising, but NO I do not support this sort of deceitful behavior.
I visit the farmers’ market every Saturday and buy a dozen local, organic, free-range eggs. I’ve spoken to farmers about the feed they use and asked about their chickens’ names. I pay between $5-$7 on my eggs because I believe that the organic practices the farmers use in raising their hens is healthy for both me and the animals. When a farmer tells me they use organic practices, I assume they are in accordance with the Farmers’ Pledge. I buy local and organic so I can eat outside of the deceitful American food system. I am outraged that a small organic farmer would go as far as to use a dangerous chemical on their eggs without any sort of label or acknowledgement.
I refused all animal products at lunch today after such a disgusting morning and threw out any non-vegan things I had when I got home. I am keeping my honey and I plan on speaking to a Brooklyn raw milk provider on Saturday because I really would love to make my own cheese one day, but right now I feel like I can only trust plants.
I promise that I had a great time on my trip—I loved everyone I met and I loved the first farm we went to— but I was really upset after leaving “Grey Gardens.” Oh and by the way, that is a rooster that has been pecked and plucked by the other chickens and now it looks like he has four assholes.
This map breaks down all of the 215 community gardens located in New York City by a number of variables, including usage, percentage of food, and vegetables grown.
I’m writing a memo for my political economy class about New York City’s urban agriculture sector. I’m having trouble finding information regarding the number of people involved in city ag, the amount of money it brings in (or doesn’t), and acreage. Everything I’ve found is vague.
Tumblr urban foodies! Help a sista out!