“Go Vegan” shouts the sign
“I’m TRYING” I scream back.
I grabbed those baby brioches from yesterday, you remember the ones – full of butter, milk and a load of eggs, so there’s my vegan adventure halfway down the drain, will have to remember to use pita next time. This is important!
Make a cut. deep. sharp. serrated, but not all the way through.
Then, like a squirrel, or nimble dinosaur, I discreetly ‘borrow’ from the kitchen some carrot, celery, sundried toms, fresh cherry toms, ‘green stuff’, fresh peppers, beet leaves, chillies, spinach, cauliflower
(fresh cauliflower is crunchily amazing in this, let me tell you!)
Go vegan shouts the sign, smiling with pride: “I’m TRYING” I keep shouting back, with a spoonful of olive oil and some sea salt and black pepper.
But then it all goes badly wrong with that sprinkling of grated cheese.
force of habit, I suppose, I couldn’t resist.
This was all going so well, and now I realise I’m using the RED chopping board, strictly for the meat.
thankfully it’s a brand new one, but that doesn’t lift my vegan wannabe mood..
“Go Vegan” the sign says “I’m getting there” I shout back