Monday, 19 March 2012

Sun, Sea and Soya


So I’ve saved the final test until last.  I had every intention on timing the finishing of this little adventure before my holiday, but sadly, searching for a cheap flight meant I’ve had to leave a few days early, and I’m spending the last 2 days of Veganism in Portugal, amongst fresh fish and tasty steakhouses.

Challenges aside, It’s a good opportunity to reflect on what’s been an eye-opening 4 weeks.  I’ve learned what’s good, what’s not, and for the most part I’ve actually quite enjoyed it. 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s been hard.  Really hard at times. I’ve missed the choice, I’ve missed snacking and I’ve missed takeaways.  Perhaps if I’d done it for another month then I’d be better at those things.  But if not, what am I really missing out on? 
I’ve actually enjoyed turning things down, looking past the chocolatey treats for lunch and not melting cheese onto my dinner.  It’s been really good to exercise a little self restraint.

Which brings me back to Portugal.  And being in the centre of fishing region, The Algarve with all its tasty fresh fish and holiday treats.  Thankfully, I’ve had weeks to develop some serious resolve and with plenty of fruit and vegtables on offer, a vegetarian option for lunch and dinner and with a little positive optimism that the bread is generally ok, I’m happy to say I passed the test.

And so it’s finished. 30 days done, and with that finishing, a new question begins.  Where to from here?  I’ve developed all that resolve, learned about all that new food and even lost a bit of weight.  Do I just forget all about what I’ve learned and head straight to the takeaway, or has it permanently changed me?

Well the truth is, I don’t quite know what to think at the moment.  It’s been a few days, and although I enjoyed a pizza on holiday, I’ve not touched any other cheese, eaten packaged meat or even considered a fry up (although I have thought pretty hard about it). 

I’ll go back to my meat eating ways slowly but surely, and with my eyes more open than before.  It’s certainly vanquished a few myths about Veganism, and who knows, maybe I’ll buy soya milk again.  But I should really finish that rice milk first.  

Sweetened dishwater anyone?

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

The meaty, milky light at the end of the tunnel...

I can’t be sure, but I’m fairly certain that there isn’t a football ground in the United Kingdom that caters for us Veegs. (Answers on a postcard if you know of any that do. Word of warning: neither meat pie or Bovril are suitable.)
I went to the football at the weekend and had to go dry and hungry for a good few hours as I struggled in vein to find alternatives for the decidedly non-Vegan hot dogs, burgers and beer that were on offer. I even had to meet my friend outside my ‘lucky burger stand’ at the stadium. Now that was a real test.
But, once again, I managed to pass with flying colours. What’s more, after the game, in one of the rowdier pubs on London’s Kings Road, I discovered that Jaegerbombs are Veegs, in between glugging down celebratory pints of Heineken. I had a great day and wasn’t hampered at all.
And I suppose that’s the point of this post. This undertaking hasn’t been a doddle, but it hasn’t been a struggle or a pain in any way either. If anything, with only a few days left, there is a tinge of sadness in the air as we can see the meaty, milky light at the end of the tunnel. And I don’t think either of us would have believed that that would be anything like the sentiment at this stage of the game.
There’s a lot of ideas and meals and places I will re-visit once the month is done with. An example of which is the delightful Aloka restaurant / cafe in Brighton.
It’s a buffet joint where you pile on the food and weigh your plate on a special set of scales that produces a ticket with a price on it. Far from the cheapest grub in the world, and I wasn’t totally sure what I was eating, but it was really quite quaint and definitely delicious. It even went some way towards re-kindling my faith in tofu.
It’s the only time I have really gone out and found a specifically Vegan lunch solution, as opposed to just eating the stuff I can get away with. And it was rewarding. Places like Aloka sadly seem alien to a lot of us - if by doing this I can show even a handful of people that that’s not the case, then i’m happy...

Monday, 12 March 2012

The Vegan Police


It’s about time I clear something up.  Being Vegan does not give you psychic powers. 

Yeah, I know.

You should take a few moments to settle down, because I know how you must be feeling, but it’s true.  No mind reading, no telekenesis, no super powers.  Nothing.

I was sure that once I got to a level 10 Vegan, the other 90% of my brain would be free from curds and whey and I’d become a bonafide superhero.  But like my expected hunger pains and malnutrition, I’ve been let down yet again.

When I decided to take on this challenge, I wasn’t actually sure why people became Vegan.  Was it for health, the animals or just some curious way to express individualism?  I wasn’t really even that sure about what was and wasn’t on the menu, but the past few weeks have been incredibly eye opening.

As you might remember, I began by just eating things that were certified Vegan and avoiding anything that “may or may not contain trace elements of cows milk”, I then found out that my certified Vegan food could contain traces of cows milk and I didn’t know what to do.

But I had it all wrong.  It’s not about avoiding things to fit some rule book.  It’s not about trying not to get caught out by the Vegan Police.  It’s about finding a different way to live, supporting the methods that aren’t wholly destructive and finding your own way to make a difference.  And if that means starting out small and eating less meat, to going all out ‘E Number’ Vegan on the world then so it be.

There’s nothing more complicated to it.  Better for the environment,  considerate to the treatment of animals and sacrificing a few of the things I like for the greater good. 

And if that’s the case, then I guess I am a bit of a superhero.

Monday, 5 March 2012

Venturing outside the comfort zone.


I have ticked / survived probably the two biggest boxes / challenges that I have come across during this meatless month so far: my first night out and my first meal out.
We called Pizza Express ahead of time and, after consulting Nick, my all-knowledgable Vegan buddy at work, felt comfortable that they could provide me with an all-natural, hopefully delicious, Italian meal. And they did.
Sort of. 
It was basically a generic veggie pizza with no cheese. Absolutely no cheese what-so-ever. And it was nice, albeit pretty plain. And I’d be lying if I said that looking around the rest of our group’s plates containing barely-poked regular pizzas with all the dreamy toppings just sitting there, un-touched, wasn’t difficult. 
There was quite literally no Vegan dessert option so I sipped on my sparkling water while the others scoffed Banoffee Pie. But I passed. 
As VP discovered in a previous post, finding suitable alcoholic beverages could potentially have been a night-ending chore. But, thanks in part to the good people at the aforementioned and the handy option of having the internet on one’s phone, I got pretty lucky. Firstly, the gig venue I was at had Carlsberg on tap and the elected pub for a mate’s leaving drinks served Beck’s. Win-win. 
So undoubtedly my greatest achievement was the drunken Vegan snack alternative I concocted later that same night. I hopped in a taxi home with a mate of mine who was visiting from London at what would usually have been Kebab O’Clock. The sweet smell of numerous Brighton takeaway joints lingered in my nostrils as we pulled away and I began to wonder what the hell I was going to eat when I got in.
But pushing past the bacon, pre-packaged cheese slices and Peperami sticks in the fridge I managed to rustle up some sausage sandwiches, smothered in fake mayo and ketchup, chased with a bowl of instant rice. Black tea to wash it down.
All 100% Veegs. (Yeah, i’m saying ‘Veegs’ now. I’m that guy.) 

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Home advantage.


It’s day 15.  Halftime if you will.  Halfway through our Vegan adventure and I’ve really come a long way.  I’ve learned a lot of new things, eaten a lot of new things, and I feel surprisingly normal.  I’m not malnourished, there’s no evidence of the protein deficiency I was virtually guaranteed and I even know what I’m shopping for most of the time.

But until now, I’ve always had the home advantage, rarely venturing too far from a home cooked meal and a packed lunch to need to worry too much.  However since it’s halftime, and I’ve effectively won the first leg, that means the real challenge is yet to come - the tricky away leg.  Taken out of my comfort zone,  in an uncertain environment and facing unexpected challenges.

So it’s appropriate that this time, I’m facing the new test of an overnight stay and a work trip away.  I’ll have to rely on the outside world to provide my 3 square meals this time.  And I’m a little nervous.

I’ll have to admit to cheating though. I packed some Soya milk and cereal along with my wash bag, since I didn’t want to take my chances and fall at the first hurdle.  Waking up at a mates house with bacon in his fridge makes this plan a massive win, and my regular cereal sorts me out until lunchtime.

But before lunch, another test.  Avoiding the selection of pastries and cookies during the break and not picking at the sweets on my table.  It’s certainly frustrating but I’m finding it a fantastic way to discipline myself to eating better and after successfully avoiding all the treats on offer, it’s safe to say I’m pretty excited about the buffet style lunch ahead of me. 

When lunchtime finally arrives, my biggest concern is usually knowing just how many chicken wings will be left by the time I get a chance to fill my plate.  But this time my concern is just what exactly my Vegan ‘option’ will be. 

Shockingly on this occasion, there is no Vegan option.  There’s not even a vegetarian option.  It’s a big disappointment.  And since I’ve got no back up plan packed in my bag, my only ‘option’ is to pick around the eggs in the salad, scoop the untouched rice away from the fish and sample a few (hopefully hair free) bread rolls.  It’s hardly inspiring.  Still, the fruit salad is good and I’ve eaten enough to tide me over until later when I can hopefully rely on the local 24 hour shop to inspire my choice for dinner

And is there anything more inspiring than a pipe of pringles, some houmous and a cold Peroni?

I’ve really got to get better at these away games.