CONFESSIONS OF A MEAT-FREE GOURMAND

When I was growing up, declaring you were a vegetarian immediately marked you as an oddity. You were a social aberration who hugged trees in your free-time, danced in the streets in orange robes while beating a tambourine, and spouted gastronomic heresy like ‘tofu burger’. Dining out was practically impossible. You were lucky if the menu included a side order of damp lettuce leaves drenched with store-bought salad cream.

Of course, declaring you were a vegan was even worse—nobody could quite wrap their minds around the idea that anyone would voluntarily give up dairy