Do you know what I think the world really doesn't need?
Another cookery website by a tattooed hippy who thinks they are on a one woman mission to save the world by promoting their alternative lifestyle and personal convictions that lentils can cure cancer.
I am not (and yes, I have genuinely encountered these conversational confusions) a Vulcan, a vagrant or a vegetable. Neither by some people’s standards am I a vegan, since I will occasionally wear second hand silk, leather and wool instead of throwing perfectly good items away, and I have been known to bend the rules for honey if I've accidentally missed it in the ingredients of something I've already bought. Maybe those bees need all the help they can get at the moment anyway, even if that does involve human fiddling. I also accidentally ate jellyfish in China. I do, however, choose to omit animals from my diet and find using the word ‘vegan’ the easiest way to quickly describe this without getting into the ‘What not even eggs? What about fish? Surely you don't mean cheese!?’ territory.
The omission of these products from my food is for a combination of reasons best visualised in the following pie chart (damn I’m funny):
I am not (and yes, I have genuinely encountered these conversational confusions) a Vulcan, a vagrant or a vegetable. Neither by some people’s standards am I a vegan, since I will occasionally wear second hand silk, leather and wool instead of throwing perfectly good items away, and I have been known to bend the rules for honey if I've accidentally missed it in the ingredients of something I've already bought. Maybe those bees need all the help they can get at the moment anyway, even if that does involve human fiddling. I also accidentally ate jellyfish in China. I do, however, choose to omit animals from my diet and find using the word ‘vegan’ the easiest way to quickly describe this without getting into the ‘What not even eggs? What about fish? Surely you don't mean cheese!?’ territory.
The omission of these products from my food is for a combination of reasons best visualised in the following pie chart (damn I’m funny):
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Aside from conversations about what my tattoos mean (yes, I’ve fulfilled my first stereotype) the one conversation I am guaranteed to have to try really hard not to roll my eyes at is about my dietary choices. I inflict these choices on no one I'm not cooking for and they are equally welcome to head out to the chippy as they are to eat my offerings, not that I tend to get complaints. Neither am I judgemental about what other people choose to ingest and cannot think of anything more dull than discussing the input data to my digestive system. I will however, gladly discuss the outputs if you like? No? Well then.
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In my experience, most of these conversations start with me trapped in a corner and end with the bemused question ‘So what do you eat then?’ as if the interrogator cannot possibly conceive of a meal that does not contain some form of biological protein. Since it is apparently impolite to reply ‘FOOD!’ before fleeing to the kitchen, I have made this website. If you’ve arrived at the site because I’ve given you the URL, then the chances are you asked The Question. If not, maybe you’ll enjoy some of the recipes anyway. Either way, well done for reading this far through my rant (unless you’ve skipped to this sentence in which case; naughty, get to the back of the queue).
Having said all this, I do enjoy cooking. I find a creative approach to the activities of the kitchen to be a relaxing way to add value to a necessary part of staying alive. I also enjoy cooking for others, most of whom are more than happy to eat what I give them, despite being proudly unflinching omnivores. I’ve also noticed that my Facebook posts of food get a disproportionate amount of likes. So maybe the world doesn’t need another cookery website (and maybe I do have tattoos), I'll leave it to you to decide if I'm a hippy or not... but this site is certainly not about telling you what you should be doing with your own stomach.
Neither does this site attempt to be a vegan bible for the newly converted, a nutritionally reliable dietary model for concerned mothers or an advertisement for saving the whales. I take no responsibility for your culinary disasters and you are equally welcome to your own personal gastronomic triumphs as well as your own ethical opinions for that matter. Feel free to use, abuse and ignore bits, add stuff, change quantities and cook the contained recipes before continuing with your omnivorous lifestyle. Get messy, lick the spoon, rub it behind your ears, throw it at the walls but most of all have fun.
Just don’t mention the V word.
Having said all this, I do enjoy cooking. I find a creative approach to the activities of the kitchen to be a relaxing way to add value to a necessary part of staying alive. I also enjoy cooking for others, most of whom are more than happy to eat what I give them, despite being proudly unflinching omnivores. I’ve also noticed that my Facebook posts of food get a disproportionate amount of likes. So maybe the world doesn’t need another cookery website (and maybe I do have tattoos), I'll leave it to you to decide if I'm a hippy or not... but this site is certainly not about telling you what you should be doing with your own stomach.
Neither does this site attempt to be a vegan bible for the newly converted, a nutritionally reliable dietary model for concerned mothers or an advertisement for saving the whales. I take no responsibility for your culinary disasters and you are equally welcome to your own personal gastronomic triumphs as well as your own ethical opinions for that matter. Feel free to use, abuse and ignore bits, add stuff, change quantities and cook the contained recipes before continuing with your omnivorous lifestyle. Get messy, lick the spoon, rub it behind your ears, throw it at the walls but most of all have fun.
Just don’t mention the V word.