This month, I decided to jump on the vegetable bandwagon and do #Veganuary.
Having heard a lot about the demons of dairy, I took the plunge – mainly for health reasons (and to try and lose a few of those Christmas Camembert pounds, too)
With that said, I headed to the shops on the 2nd January (New Years Day was a write-off given a killer hangover that could only be cured by cheese) to stock up on soy milk, quinoa and chickpeas.
I took the ‘fail to prepare, prepare to fail’ mantra in my stride and over the course of the month made a quinoa salad, ratatouille, a spinach and chickpea curry, a kale and tofu stir fry and possibly the tastiest mousakka I’ve ever eaten.
The biggest hurdle was definitely eating out. I’ve never been a fussy eater, so having to be that person and awkwardly tweak a menu took some getting used to. Skipping the poached eggs at brunch with avocado and toast and swerving the halloumi in a veggie burrito was tough. So tough.
I became a pro at reading labels and when in doubt, Google always had my back.
