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| Amazing vegan burger in Kampot, Cambodia |
I became a vegetarian at thirteen because my house went vegetarian.
It wasn't a big deal, because I wasn't really into meat. I mean, I didn't love taking a THERMOS OF DAHL to school while all the other kids were eating sandwiches, but that is a story for another time. In my late teens I realised that vegetarians were derided and considered difficult to feed. So I started eating seafood, the least offensive (IMO) of the edible flesh.
Fast-forward to 2013, almost twenty years after I stopped eating almost all the meats. My partner in crime (who will henceforth be referred to as 'Himself') decided that his time with me had involved too much butter, too much cheese, and too much saturated fat.
So began the conversion of our house to animal-free. (Mostly. I mean, we couldn't get rid of the dog.)
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| Look at that face. |
I was concerned, obviously. As I mentioned above, I love food, and while I could do kick-arse vegetarian food a lot of my recipes featured butter. Blue cheese. Boconccini. And there was the other concern as well. I've already copped a lot of shit in my life for being vegetarian. And I'd always mocked vegans. Was I putting myself in a category that meant I would never be safe from derision again?
We didn't go vegan straight away. I had to check that I could do it, investigation was required. I have some amazing friends who would email me internet recipes to assist my research, and got some cookbooks, started reading.
And I discovered some stuff.
