Post-humous events

In what is possibly the most middle-class predicament I’ve ever found myself in, sainsburys have stopped selling taramasalata. It seems to be to make room for about 20 types of houmous and pointless shite like fava bean dip. How can I live without my favourite protein source? 

Duck! Egg

Today I finally got round to visiting Cafe Strange Brew in Shawlands. It’s a great as everyone says, and cheaper than Tapa (mind you, so are most places). My other half wanted to go to the hot dog place across the road, but I couldn’t bear sitting across from him with a pretend dog while he ate one of my favourite pre-veggie snacks. Anyway, the pic above shows my brunch of a flatbread topped with houmous and fried aubergine with a duck egg and pomegranate seeds. All in all pretty tasty! I’ll defo be back. 

Getting enough protein is becoming easier now that I have peanut butter on toast for breakfast pretty much every day. I haven’t cooked any of the Wholefoods stuff yet, not sure whether to use it like meat or do something different with it yet… 


The devil is in the detail

So this is it – I’ve given in to seitan. I decided last Thursday that I would become a vegetarian! This is quite a big deal for me but I put it on Facebook and got 50 likes and a whole truckload of comments so now I have to do it.


Comments ranged from “Da’fuq? You’re a carnivoreย ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ” to “Mon the Quorn”. I’m known to be a but of a meat eater but truth be told, I’ve not really enjoyed it for a while. I knew all about the horrible shit that goes on in the meat industry before, but for some reason this article in the Independent really hit home. But plenty of time for that stuff later. This isn’t going to be a polemic blog full of preachy-preachy or self-righteousness. It’ll be an honest document of how I get on, if nobody reads it that’s fine but it’ll hopefully serve me as a motivational tool if nothing else.

Did I mention I really love steak? ๐Ÿ˜ฆ


Now for the first confession – I’ve not been a pure veggie, more of a pescatarian, or what the Australians call a vegequarian – an infinitely more cool-sounding term for what many people might consider a cop-out. I’m cool with that, as I don’t want to set myself up for failure right away, and I *really* love fish suppers.

I had nowt but veggies to eat all day today though, first time I managed that since I started ๐Ÿ™‚


My mexy veggie loveliness

  • Breakfast – posh bread from M&S with butter
  • Snack – Guinness and chilli crisps
  • Lunch – Falafel wrap and baba ganoush from Mr Falafel
  • Dinner – home-made thing, brazil nuts fried with broccoli, red peppers, mushrooms and spring onion, chilli and garlic, in a wrap with avocado
  • Later snack – some pitta bread and taramasalata that was going off today so I had to, don’t judge me

I’m going to assume that taramasalata is OK ย and doesn’t count as fish. I can’t do without taramasalata or houmous, I blame the double dip recession.