Sunday, 15 November 2015

Vegan Shopping - Manchester Superstore, Bolton.

That first vegan shopping I bought lasted two weeks instead of one! I still have a couple of canned items left, and I had to top up with some things, like bananas and tinned tomatoes, but I'm pretty impressed. Today I went to Manchester Superstore and here's what I bought.

Sunday, 8 November 2015

A Week Of Vegan Meals - Week One

Porridge: I'm not very good at mornings. In fact I'm really, really crap at mornings. Eating is the last thing on my mind when I first get up, so I don't do breakfast. However, these days I can't afford to be starving when I'm out and about, because sausage rolls from the bakery are very tempting, but they aren't vegan. And so I've tried forcing myself to have breakfast a few days this week. Porridge, made with almond milk, is very nice. I haven't missed cows' milk in porridge at all. 

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Try Something New - Persimmon

Today I tried a persimmon, sometimes known as hong. 

I'll definitely be eating those again! DELICIOUS!! It's much like mango in texture, but there's no stone. It tastes a little bit like mango too, only a bit more perfumey, like lychees, and a lot milder in flavour. 

Monday, 2 November 2015

I'm A Meatoholic

Today I have been craving everything I've given up. Steak, liver, bacon, paté, lamb chops, cheese, steak, milk, flaky butter pastries, ice-cream, sausage rolls, cheese pie, ox-tongue, chocolate bars, steak, cake.... My stream of consciousness has been a never-ending conveyor-belt of non-vegan food. And it has involved blood. Lots of blood. I swear at one point I was watching some folk crossing over a zebra crossing in front of me, and I was sizing up their thighs thinking about which one would make the best roast. it's been bad. 

Sunday, 1 November 2015

My First Vegan Shop and Why I Ate Those Eggs Last Night

Homemade cream cakes, scones and egg sandwiches aren't vegan. But I ate them last night anyway. My best friend Simon had made such a lovely tea party for us, gone to such trouble, and I was starving. All I'd had to eat yesterday was three slices of bread with peanut butter. It was all I had in. I figured not starving myself was probably the better option in these circumstances. At least the eggs came from their own well-looked-after chickens. And being appreciative and grateful for the trouble he'd gone to was the right thing to do, especially so early on in my vegan journey. Today I went shopping, so no excuses now. 

Friday, 30 October 2015

The Day I Tried To Turn Vegan

I finally got around to watching Cowspiracy this week. My friends have been banging on about it for ages, but I couldn't feel motivated to watch yet another "How it's mean to eat animals" film. I've seen so many. Still love bacon.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Getting my knit on.

Okifolki shop is currently closed for business while I have a big re-think. In the meantime I'm free to make whatever I feel like making, without a care in the world about sales or target markets or other such restrictive thoughts. Phew! What a breath of fresh air! Can't wait to get stuck in! 

Meanwhile, my grandson's "blankie" fell to pieces. This is the second time it's happened. And so there was emergency knitting in progress over here for the past week or two. The yarn from his old original blanket is more like threadbare dish cotton these days...

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

One Man and his Campervan

I was watching this programme on TV called 'One Man And His Campervan' about a bloke who travels around the UK in his campervan searching out great food and places, and giving tips on campervan travelling. 

The first episode is set in Devon and the presenter, Martin Dorey, tells us that 37% of Britain's beaches are privately owned. "But never mind!" he declares "I have a friend...." and he drives up to this big old manor house where his mate Lady Whatsername is hanging out of an upstairs window. He shouts up to her and they have a conversation along the lines of: "Hey can I camp on your beach tonight please?", "Of course you can Martin. Enjoy it!". 

And the answer to the problem of privately owned beaches, according to Martin Dorey, is "Just try being friendly.". 


Pretentious git. 

I've a mind to seek out Lady Whatsername and see if she's as good as Martin's word....