“Wrapped Shitless” would be the phrase used to describe my feelings after cooking with Orgrans Easy Egg.
The first time I cooked with this delicious yellow powder I created a reasonably successful vegetable frittata without trying too hard. I just followed the directions on the back to make the batter, added spices and dumped in whatever veggies I had in the fridge. I knew straight away it needed extra flavouring, after reading reviews, some vegans found out the hard way. Your vegan egg creations will be tasty and good to go if you follow these few tips;
These are the ultimate Aussie Biscuits. They are easy, tasty, crunchy and soft all at the same time. Daniels eyes light up like a kid at Christmas when I say I’m going to make them. He gobbles them up pretty quick. Well not as quick as me, he actually has some degree of self control.
Ahhhh – the humble honey joy! I remember eating shit tonnes of these as a kid. They would make an appearance at every birthday party alongside the Coco pop chocolate crackles!
Cornflakes, well they’re vegan thank god, but honey, *high pitched squeaky voice* wellllll….. not so much.
When I really love something, I consume it in vast quantities until I can no longer physically stand it. I don’t snack on unhealthy stuff in regular small amounts like normal people. I prefer to have abnormally large amounts, irregularly.
I don’t have a lot of junk food in the house. If I buy shitty sugar laden food, you better believe it’s not gunna survive long in the pantry. I’m like one girl piranha, going on feeding frenzies, consuming everything within reach.
I’m a pasta girl from way back. One of my favourite breakfast meals growing up was left over spaghetti bolognaise on toast. Really anything on toast is pretty good, but pasta on toast, thats some next level shit.
I love napolitano, creamy fettuccini, spicy linguini, dear god macaroni and of course, lasagne. Lasagne is like the Mufasa of all the pasta dishes, ruling over the Pridelands of pasta.
Lasagne makes you feel happy, full and always wanting more.
I have no vegan friends in real life. Sad but true. The first real life vegan I met was ironically at Outback Steakhouse when the waiter serving us turned out to be vegan. I was taken by surprise and felt so overwhelmed, I had to pinch my leg in such a painful way to stop myself from crying. It was just so great to meet another vegan person face to face, rather than through the screen of my phone.
I find myself asking random people if they’re vegan. The lady at the health food shop, the guy that looks a little hippie, all the staff at the vegan cafe’s. You’d actually be surprised at the amount of people who work in the vegan food business, that aren’t actually vegan. It’s like daggers to my heart every time. No one I’ve asked has actually turned out to be vegan as yet. I have this fantasy that one day a stranger comes up to me and say’s “Hi I’m a vegan too, let’s talk about all the things!” Or my ultimate fantasy, my family calls up and say’s “Sheila, we watched the documentary’s, we understand, we are now vegan”. Ahhhh such sweet daydreams. That’s just it I guess, having someone to relate to that really understands all the things you think, feel and know.
I used to adore cream. Adore it. One of my favourite ultimate treats was to have a bowl of coco pops, drizzled with a little bit of cows milk and then topped off with half a tub of cream. The crunchy texture mixed with the rich creaminess would send my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Fruit loops couldn’t taste better unless they were topped off with a big slather of cream. Strawberries and cream, chocolate pudding and cream and – oh my lord, apple pie was nothing if it wasn’t drowning in cream.
I had such intense cravings for this stuff when I was first going vegan, that you would think it was literally sent from the gods above.
Except it isn’t sent from the gods above.
It comes from the tit of a cow, who’s milk is intended to feed her offspring and nobody else.
Like a modern day romance, I found cashew cream on the internet, but it was a slow start. We had our first date at the only place opened in town, The Food Processor. It didn’t turn out well. I was expecting Cashew Cream to be smooth and beautiful like his pictures. Turns out Cash was all talk, he ended up being gritty and had a bland personality. I vowed to never trust the internet again.
When I first went vegan I was very uneducated, couple that with my distain for technology and you’ve got yourself a shitty vegan mess. Pre vegan I had an emotional night eating what I thought was going to be my last ever spoon of peanut butter… (I assumed it had actual butter in it). I sat naked on the couch (clothing comes off as soon as I get home) eating the dregs of the jar sobbing ‘it’s for the animals’. When I found out I could still eat it as a vegan, I felt like a dickhead, but I was so overwhelmed “It’s just peanuts!” I shouted to my partner Daniel. This gave me a spark of life…I learnt quickly to read labels and I started googling everything.
Would you bloody believe it, there’s literally a vegan version of EVERYTHING!? This was the greatest fucking news ever, here I was, thinking I’m only gunna be eating fruit and vegies, turns out I just walked into a whole new food relm.