One year, one day: The End?

Hello – me again!
Haven’t seen you in a while.

Yesterday I should have been celebrating my year anniversary of being a vegetarian, except… I’m no longer a veggie. About six weeks ago, I started eating meat again. Some of you knew it wouldn’t last, other veggie bloggers are likely to be disappointed and most people I know are absolutely delighted that I’m a little less fussy again.

Thought I’d answer some of the questions that have been popping up:

Why did you stop being a vegetarian?
There are a few reasons.  I’m a vegetarian who wasn’t eating any vegetables. Hopefully I’ll start cooking soon, but my diet consisted of some form of a carb with some form of cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not clever, not healthy and certainly not good for the hips. Quelle horreur!

When I became veggie, I had no particular reason for making the change. If you don’t have a reason for making a choice, it can be difficult to stick to it. Eating animals sounds gross and it is. I’m completely against the way many animals are treated in slaughterhouses. However, I was still eating A LOT of dairy products. The dairy industry is just as bad, if not worse than the meat industry – so I can’t preach about one and ignore the other. Looks like the vegans have got it right.

Remember when I declared that I would always carry a cow? I was right, I’m still carrying the cow and walking in one two – so until I get my mitts on some Stella McCartney, my fashion choices didn’t suit the veggie ideal either.

What did you break your vegetarianism with?
I’m not proud, but six McDonald’s chicken nuggets.

Is this the end of The Silly Asparagus?
I hope not. I’m not going to start posting pictures of meaty meals on here, but it’s a great space to warble on about life. I’ll still keep an eye out for veggie related news and restaurants. I still think I’ll return to vegetarianism – I just need to start eating a better variety of foods first.

If you’ve got anymore questions then keep them coming.

In other news, I went to Budapest recently. If you’re thinking of a city break I would definitely recommend it. Look out for my city guide, coming soon.

With love,

The Silly Asparagus x

Hungary bacelet

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Day 66: Unha-pea

Good moro!

Today, I am going to moan to you about the dreaded pea.  I will understand if you decide to stop reading now…

Just because I am a vegetarian does not mean that I like all vegetables.  I am getting better, but I still have a long way to go.  There is one vegetable in particular that I have a real problem with: peas.  I refer to peas as ‘the evil green army’.

A few weeks ago, my best friend and I went on a night out.  It is tradition for us to end the evening with a sophisticated meal.  Prior to being a vegetarian this meant chicken. Chicken nuggets, chicken burgers… I didn’t mind as long as it was accompanied by a big red splodge of ketchup.  Now that I do not feast on our feathery friends, I had to find an alternative.  I had one option, the almighty veggie burger.  I was quite happy sneaking bites of it during the taxi ride home. But then I saw it in the light… yes, I had unknowingly become a victim of the evil green army.  You see, it is not so much the taste of the pea that I cannot stand.  It is their ability to get EVERYWHERE.  They really do just turn up when you least expect. How dare they.

I’m also suspicious of them because I never see them fresh.  At the supermarket, I can pick which shiny apples I bring home.  But I have never seen a pick-a-pea option. They are normally too busy in the frozen section, infecting the poor carrots and corn.  Or they can be found sitting on shelves, mushed and wearing a putrid shade of green.

There are bridges with peas on!  Each time I go from Reading to Hertfordshire on the M25, I see ‘Give Peas A Chance’.  There is a Facebook appreciation page for this bridge (https://www.facebook.com/givepeasachance).  I’m sorry bridge, but I do not want to give peas a chance.  I stand for peace, not peas.

I’ve been particularly unha-pea recently.  There are less than two weeks until Valentine’s Day (yawn).  This means it is impossible to go shopping without seeing tacky items covered in hearts.  I have one question: Who decided to make peas cute?!  I have found so many Valentine cards covered in peas.  The peas stare back at me with scary faces.  There are the ‘two peas in a pod’ cards.  There are the ‘we go together like peas and carrots’ cards — I blame Forrest Gump for that one.  ‘Ha-pea Together’, ‘Ha-pea ever after’… Why is this pea wearing a hair ribbon and lipstick?!

The only solace I can take from peas are the words ‘petit pois’.  Just say it.  Doesn’t it sound wonderful?

Apologies that all I have given you today is a rant about peas.  I hope you can understand where I am coming from though.  Please leave me a comment about your most hated foods.  Or, if you would like to defend the pea, go ahead.

To my millions of adoring readers, if I have not already made this clear,  please do not send me Valentine’s Day cards with peas on.  Or birthday cards.  Or Christmas cards.  Thanks.

I will try to make my posts a bit more exciting in future.

Long live the asparagus!!

Day 63 (I think).

Christmas is coming and the geese are getting fat.  Fat.  Wrong.  Christmas has gone and the goose is still fat — take that as you will.

I am delighted to announce that the silly asparagus is back.  I am a bit late, but Happy 2012 to you all.  Some of you have missed this blog and have begged for its return.  This has made my spear-shaped head expand to gigantic proportions. I am only joking, but I am very flattered by the positive response.  Facebook ‘friends’ are probably about to ‘un-friend’ me, not wanting to be inundated with blog links.  Never mind.

I’m not going to bore you any further today, I just want to let you know that I am still a vegetarian and I am still loving it.  I survived Christmas without pigs in blankets or stuffed birds.  Although, I definitely ate my fair share of Quality Streets *shudders*.

Over the next few blog posts, I will fill you in on the last month. I’ve been so glutinous that I could probably write a restaurant guide on vegetarian-dining.

I will speak to you soon my little darlings.

With love,

The asparagus and the very grateful turkey.

Day 4: “I’m Spartacus”

Yesterday, I would have made Stanley Kubrick proud.  I managed to turn my English seminar in to a vegetarian version of the famous Spartacus scene.

A conversation with a friend, about my new-found vegetarianism, was overheard by another girl in my class.  It so happens that she has vegetarian parents and has always been one herself.  My seminar tutor came in from a break and wanted to know what we were discussing.  Guess what?  He revealed that he is a vegan!  He asked the class about their eating habits, cue the “I’m Spartacus” moment.  In a room of eleven people, there were two vegans, three vegetarians and a partridge in a pear tree.  Oops, Christmas is on the brain, I’ll try that again: two vegans, three vegetarians and an ‘ex-vegetarian’.  The ‘ex-vegetarian’ was a veggie for three years before returning to her meat-eating ways.  She couldn’t find her reasons for being a vegetarian and stopped.

Our tutor became a vegan at the age of 18, because of political reasons (I will cover these in a later post).  The carnivores of the class tried to use bacon as an argument, describing the mouth-watering smell and taste.  The basic idea seemed to be that a life without bacon was not a life worth living.  However, vegan tutor (he does have a real name) came to the rescue.  Apparently, being a vegan has made him a fantastic cook.  He can not saunter in to a  supermarket and pick up any old thing.  He has to put effort in to his cooking.  Vegan tutor feels that Jack’s meaty lasagna (yes, I have a classmate who combines 400g of mince with 400g of bacon to create his lasagna!)  would be no match for his delicious vegan chocolate cake.

Vegan tutor will not eat honey, because the bees are not wild (wild honey could be an exception).  He researches the jeans he buys to ensure that the factories they are made in do not use animal fat in the process.  However, he admits to having two vices: the first is Guinness (suitable for vegetarians, but not vegans).  The second is smoking (which is tested on animals).

What this has confirmed for me is that there are no strict guidelines or rules that I have to follow to be a vegetarian.  I do not eat any meat, fish or gelatin(e) / rennet products, therefore I am a vegetarian.  Sure, everyone will have their own views on what makes a vegetarian a vegetarian or a vegan a vegan.  As I learn more, I can adapt my lifestyle in the ways I deem fit. 

I would just like to thank those who have been supportive and have been providing me with great advice.  I really appreciate it. 

Sunday’s post should be a good ‘un as I try to tackle fashion.

With love,

the simply silly asparagus.

Days 1 and 2: A very silly asparagus

I know what my friends are thinking: ‘Here comes Collette, with another one of her random blogs’.  Granted, my foot blog did not become an internet sensation, but this one is different, I promise.

When I woke up yesterday morning, I had an epiphany.  The vegetarian Gods struck me with their mighty carrot and persuaded me to become one of them.  I’ll be honest, turning ‘veggie’ has been a spontaneous decision.  There are many health and environmental benefits to being a vegetarian, and it relates to many ethical issues.  This blog will look at these things, but I don’t want to pretend that I have instantly morphed in to a cow-saving preacher.  This is not a blog in which I will nag you all to join me.

Dear vegetarians, I have so many questions for you.  People say that to be a ‘New Yorker’ you have to have lived there for at least seven to eight years.  Is it the same kind of thing for vegetarians?  Did I become a vegetarian the moment I chose to stop scoffing bacon bagels? Or do I have to go a week, month or year, meat-free, before I become a member of the club?  It is my own choice, and I should not care what others think, but sooner or later I will tell someone that I am a vegetarian, and they will respond with some smart-alec remark of how they have seen me eat chicken nuggets before.  I want a clear divide between then and now.  Maybe I should wear a sticker, ‘NEW VEGETARIAN. Please don’t ask me any questions’.

I will unconsciously make mistakes.  It is common knowledge that food such as Haribo contains gelatin(e) (except their ‘suitable-for-vegetarian’ confectionary).  But today I read that items such as yoghurt often contain it too.  This is not something I would have looked for.  So, I expect to spend these first few weeks frantically checking food labels.

Until I do more research, I am giving myself the ‘demi-vegetarian’ label.  I won’t be touching meat or foods that contain gelatin(e). However, until I stock up on soya products, regular dairy and egg will still be in my diet.

There is also the question of clothing.  To be a ‘true vegetarian’, by the dictionary’s standards anyway, one would have to stop wearing leather and fur.  I am telling you now, that for as long as there is blood running through my veins, I will carry a cow.  Call it sad, call it materialistic, call it what you like, but I can not give up my beautiful D&G Lily Twist.  It would be a traumatic experience for everyone involved.  I consider her my friend, and I know that she would miss me just as much as I would miss her.  I would long for her to be on my arm again, in return she would spend her days wishing to be filled with my stuff.  I’ll tackle this issue another time.

Over time, I hope this blog becomes a great resource for vegetarians, full of anecdotes and beautiful recipes.  For now it is a space for me to explore my unanswered questions.  I know it might be making a larger-than-necessary deal about something that might seem menial to you, (yes, there are millions of vegetarians in the world, and I agree that I am not remotely special).  This is not converting to a new religion. However, as lifestyle changes go, it is a big one — especially for a girl who loves her steak rare.

Most vegetarians seem to make up their own rules, so I’ll see how it goes.

With love,

A very silly asparagus.