I only found out because they were in my farm box from Cal Poly Pomona, which you can buy online here. I figured if they hadn’t cut off the tops then maybe they were like beet tops, which are as yummy as Swiss chard.
So thanks to some inspiration from this recipe from The Guardian, I made a pesto sauce from the carrot tops! SO easy and delish.
Make sure to use organic as the tops get the bulk of the pesticides.
I feel like it’s really dramatic–and privileged–of me to say that. And yet, it’s true. Since I started picking up a box of locally-grown produce from Cal Poly Pomona, about five weeks ago, everything’s changed.
Up until now, I haven’t been part of the “eat local” movement because I live in a part of L.A. that isn’t trendy enough to access it. I was going to get Farm Fresh to You based on a friend’s recommendation but they only deliver during the night and anything left on my doorstep would be stolen before dawn.
So when Cal Poly Pomona announced it had started a “Farm Box” program that allows you to pick up CPP-grown produce for just $26–and that every purchase supports student success–I thought I’d try it out. I had no idea how much it would impact my life.
Join us this Thursday for a performance by Amitis Motevalli and a reading by Jessica Hoffmann, Mia Mingus and me! Books will be on sale for $20. The gallery space on campus is beautiful and the show that’s up right now–Somewhere in Between–is incredibly moving. See you there!
Based on numerous requests from friends, I’m sharing my endorsements for the (tremendously long and difficult to understand) Nov. 6 election here, see below. Next election, a very wise union organizer friend and I will give you a summary of our thinking but I have too much on my plate to do so now, which is why this is a “cheat sheet” not a thorough endorsement with explanations.
A friend of mine who’s overwhelmed by making ends meet and mommyhood asked me if I could tell her how to vote in the upcoming primary. Given how non-transparent electoral politics are, I assume she’s not the only one who could use a hand. So, I spent most of my Sunday figuring out which bubbles to fill in so that you don’t have to! (I highly recommend Ballotpedia.org to help sort through it all.) See my recommendations below.
My beloved brother Petey A. would have turned 47 today. We miss his light and laughter daily. I don’t have any video of him but these candid shots show a glimpse of his charisma. I’m so sad that his life ended at 46, but so blessed to have known and loved him.
Come on out to LitFest Pasadena at the Pasadena Playhouse on Sat., May 19 at 5:30 PM. I’ll be talking about my experience as an Arab American feminist writer from LA. Join in the thought-provoking discussion and give me a hug. Much-needed medicine in these times.