ingredients:
3/4 lb of penne pasta
1pt cherry tomatoes
1 small eggplant
1 cup of olive oil (in total)
a bunch of kale
1/4 walnuts
3 large cloves of garlic
1/3 cup of parmesan cheese
lemon juice
salt
pepper
Directions
-cut the eggplant and the tomatoes into bite sized pieces
-combine eggplant, tomatoes, olive oil, salt, and pepper.
-roast in oven for 25 minutes flipping periodically
Pesto Sause
-combine the walnuts, garlic, parmesan cheese, olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper
-put them in a blender and blend until smooth
-boil the penne pasta accordingly,
-toss the pesto, the veggies and the pasta in a large bowl
-garnish with more parmesan cheese and chill if you would like.
Processed:
penne pasta
bag of walnuts
so about 20% of my dish is processed
Health/ nutrition:
the dish would probably have no more than 300 calories all together. Most of the dish contains veggies and protein. There is no sugar content unless the little bit that could be in the tomatoes. There is only a little bit of fat in this dish because of the eggplant. After eating this dish a person will feel energized. I would recommend this dish to someone who just finished working out, or someone who wants to fill up with out all the calories. There are no health issues that could come from this meal, unless you use too much salt or something like that. If a person ate this dish ate this dish everyday, they would have very clean bowels. Otherwise no health issues would arise from eating this
Environmental:
My eggplants could have come from either Georgia, Florida, California, New Jersey, or New York. However I did purchase my eggplant from the farmers market so it could be local. The kale is from my grandmother which is in West Philadelphia, and so thats not very far. The tomatoes were purchased at the farmers market also so they could also be local. All my veggies were organically grown. My meal maybe could have traveled less than 100 miles to make it to my house. My pasta is processed and so is my walnuts, however I dont think those two items took too much of a toll on the environment.
Political/Economic:
All together this meal cost me something around $60. The veggies are organic and from a farmers market, so they cost a bit more. However if you buy in bulk everything is a little cheaper. The trip to the fresh grocer for the things like the pasta, the olive oil the walnuts, garlic, cheese, and lemon juice, all cost me about $40. This compared to fast food is 1 to a million. The food is made with hardly any preservatives, and no artificial anything. None of my products are frozen. Farmers and the grocery stores made money from my meal. The farmers who grew my veggies get money from me purchasing from the farmers market, and the grocery store and the people who work there get the rest of the money. Factories for my pasta and my walnuts are used to make my dish.
Social:
The lemon juice, came from the farmers market also. So the farmer growing it, picking it, dropping it off at the market, me purchasing it, and using it is more sufficient then me having to grow the tree and wait for the fruit to grow. I think time plays the biggest part in this. if I were to make this dish with lemons that i grew myself, I would have to make this dish months later. Instead I could pick some organic lemons up from the market and it would have the same impact. No harsh chemicals in my lemon juice, and no artificial lemon. However If i were to purchase a bottle of lemon juice, that would be harsh to the environment and it would have no nutritional value. The bottle would only contain about 80% real lemon juice where the other 20% would be just chemicals to make it taste better, and to make the shelf life longer. I would rather go to the farmers market.
Artist statement
The heart is a symbol, that can mean a lot of things. Personally, I like hearts because they are pretty, and very easy to put your own spin on. However my project is three hearts that will hang down displaying a child’s mobile. I thought about a mobile, because my brother is expecting. Furthermore, when I was younger I used to have a Winnie the Pooh mobile, and I loved it. I though that my new niece or nephew would love it. So I thought about it, and I made it hearts for love. A mobile, that would have hearts and, and create enough light to keep the child company at night. I love hearts, and hearts are a huge part of who I am. I can draw hearts, and have each one mean something. They are peaceful to me, so I planned on making this project peaceful, and happy.
In the beginning, I decided that I wanted my circuit to be bright, and noticeable. Then I changed my mind, and made it peaceful and calm for a child’s room. In doing this, I needed to make the current going through my bulbs, lower than normal so they would appear dimmer. I then needed increase my resistance, so that they current would be lower making my light bulbs dimmer. Also, my circuit uses wires, that connects the light bulbs to each other to make sure that it is a “closed circuit” without it being a closed circuit, the lightbulbs would not work. In the end, the higher the resistance, they lower the current, thus making a dimmer light for a more peaceful setting.
“Are you hungry?” My
brother asked me.
“Yeoa, a liottle..,
do you have food foe me” I replied.
“Why are you talking
like that” he said
“Like what, do I
sound funny?” I said very confused
“Yes, you hang around
those Hispanics and your picking it up” He chuckled at my funny sound speech.
“It will go away soon
when I get home.” I said.
A
few summers ago, maybe in 2008, I went to Florida to visit my brother. I wasn’t
excited because I didn’t have friends and barely knew anyone. So they enrolled
me into a summer camp. In Miami there are a bunch of Hispanics and Spanish
speaking people. At camp, I made a
few friends that were Dominican. Hanging around with them all day helped me
picked up the same accent that they had. When my brother came to pick me up
later on that day, I was talking to him and he was questioning where I had
gotten an accent. I hadn’t noticed the accent because it sounded normal to me.
Except I did notice that he sounded different from me. That was years ago, now
when I got to visit him, he and his children have an accent. Looking back at that summer, I was thinking maybe if I had spent 2 years
down there, would I have a permanent accent?
When speaking I can express myself. I'm not too pressed on what people
think about they way I speak, so I speak saying the things I want to say.
Sometimes I have to speak differently, when I'm at home, I have to slow down
and annunciate my words. When I'm at school, I slur words and speak very fast.
I am comfortable with speaking fast and not too clear. That sounds backwards,
but slang is a huge part of vocabulary. I can speak on a level as someone who
attends Howard University, although I wouldn't speak like that everyday of my
life, that is not comfortable to me. I would rather speak the way I can
understand and the way that shows who I am. I am a 15 years old female, who is
from North Philadelphia. I also speak like I am a 15-year-old female living in
the hardest part of Philly. I mean it’s who I am and where I'm from. “It revels
the private identity and connects one with or divorces one from the larger
public communal identity” James Baldwin in If Black Language isn’t a
Language What is. I
feel like James Baldwin and I have something similar here. I speak the way I
know how and what is comfortable to me. That is not so much of my private
identity, but it is something that I would label my identity in general.
Sometimes when I listen to the way my friends and I speak to each other,
I have to stop and think about when we learned to speak like that from, its
because we hear is a lot. It’s also because we want to say some things that
adults wouldn’t really understand, something like a code. Speaking out loud
about something that should be said in front of certain people is ok when they
don’t understand you. “…What resource left to them to create their own
language? A language which they can connect back their identity to, one capable
of communicating the relatives and values…” Glorvia Anzaldua in How to
Tame a Wild Tongue. As teenagers we speak to each other a lot about
things that don’t really matter, although we have to make it so that were
talking about something important. There are many components that make up a
teenagers language that not even I understand, but someone understand it.
People in the world speak many different things, but if you don’t
understand it do you speak it? Of course not. The deepest understanding of language is to speak what you
know, and understand what you can, repeat what you learn.
And now I just have to cry. Just sit here and cry. How could a 4 year old child, ever be so lonely. Well without you I feel just that, lonely. Looking at you melt on my shoe soles, now changing my shoes a different color, I just cry. Tasting the complete opposite of you, hot, salty tears only make me break down. I wish I had you to be sweet and cold on my taste buds. But now I’m too upset, I don’t know what to do anymore. You’re still melting and I’m still standing here with a blank and salty face, wishing you could make it better.
Before you melt completely and run down the sidewalk of the ice cream shop, do you remember that time we were on the swings, and I was so over excited that you and I were at the park on that lovely day. What about that time when we were at the amusement park, and you were running all down my hands, or even the time that you made my hands all sticky. Or do you even remember my love for you as a child? Being an adult now I have to think about many-failed relationship as being that day you fell off my cone. You taught me something; you taught me that all relationships end. Either someone gets left hopelessly, or it ends sweet and abruptly.
The bigger picture is that it could be sweet every time, but no matter what, it has to end. Ice cream now that your almost gone, I would like to tell you that you and I were meant for each other, just like the rest of my favorite desserts, who managed to terminate the relationship. I will understand, and even as an adult I will understand how things work out. The first lick is the sweetest, but the first cut is the deepest.
Old people are curious about many things, the newest songs, the newest dances, and most importantly, the newest technology. My grandmother and I sat and had numerous conversations about what’s in the new or as she calls it, “the hippies.” I love hearing her trying to pronounce the names of things because of her down south country “bumpkin” accent she has.
In the middle of our lesson she’d say
“1970 is so much better, we would go to the movies instead of killing our brains with this nonsense.”
That meant she was angry, so I said “Bigmom why don’t we take a break and come back to it tomorrow?”
Well of course she would say something denying that she was ready to stop like, “are you sure your done” and “only if you want to” So after I would convince her that we should stop, she would give up and say “ok”.
