'I could try being vegan for the week.' I thought at 9:30am on Monday as I drove to my first appointment. After all I admire the ethical stance taken by my fellow souls who've gone down this path. It's probably not for me full-time but I thought it would be interesting to try this type of diet to increase my cruelty free repetoire in the longer term. Then I remembered the lunch box I'd made myself earlier in the morning. It has little cubes of the salty vintage cheddar that I'm particularly fond of in it. Mmmm! I couldn't waste that.
Supper was a couple of baked potatoes with mashed avocado. Maybe I could start over with those good intentions. Then I noticed that there was some leftover chorizo that needed using up in the fridge and after that I was on a roll. I was well and truly down a slippery slope. The best part of a third of a pat of butter was mashed into the spud and then sprinkled liberally with salt and pepper before I applied the topping. It really was rather a delicious combo.
Must try harder, Lovelygrey. Vegan week didn't even get off the ground this time around. I will give it a go when Louis is away again. A bit more forward planning might be helpful next time.