Diets and eating trends come and go, usually from a westerly direction over the Atlantic, with superfoods arriving like the latest must-have from the catwalk and seeming just as fickle, although I was glad to see that kale was the new green this year – I’ve always had bit of a soft spot for it.. To be honest most of this passes me by, but I know of late, when I have been drained of even a shred of energy from coping with family illnesses, erratic work schedules, and the ultimate domestic nightmare: a blocked loo, cooking went out of the window and for the first time in I don’t know how many years we ate microwave meals in front of the telly.
As weeks progressed into months of stress, I began to realise that I couldn’t remember when I last chopped an onion and I stood shamefully on more than one occasion throwing into my paper compost bag jewel upon jewel of veggie box treasures that had grown soft in the chiller drawer, stripped of any vitality and purpose to nourish us.
So, as I gather myself in the calm after the storm, I took to thinking that as I start cooking again, nourishing us with all our former goodies, could I make the switch from veggie to vegan? Would if be good for me? (Not for daughter, this is just my choice.)
This blog is a personal place to chart the, dare I say it, journey. And, it will really be OK if the switch isn’t good for me or I fall at the first hurdle in not being able to refuse tangy gorgonzola and pear pasta, because increasingly there are ethical ways to eat dairy products. I am just interested in following my conscience. It’s very hard for me to look into the eyes of any animal and not see a non-human person looking out.
About me? I am a writer, a mover and a bodyworker; mum of a teenager and loyal dog-walker; a kitchen trier and unfulfilled gardener.