Archive for January, 2017


One of the things I always thought about vegan eating is that it is simply too expensive. I mean have you seen the price of nuts and avos and all those other fancy things one obviously has to have when not eating meat.

R30 a litre of soy milk – you have to be kidding, right?!

How much are nuts? That’s daylight robbery!

Have you seen the price of tomatoes? I am not paying that much per kilo

dav

 

Uh huh – yep, I agree. Nuts are crazy expensive. Like R250 a kilo crazy. I would never buy stuff that expensive!

hear the sarcasm

dav

I certainly can’t often afford to buy a whole kilo of nuts so I buy small bags which are more expensive per kilo but less to shell out. Likewise my meat eating people cannot often afford to buy a whole animal or even a pack of chops or steaks, so they buy single servings.

 

Except R30 worth of nuts, even at inflated prices, is 60g. R30 worth of red meat is 125g of processed ham or similar to eat on a sandwich, or about a 200g sirloin,  250g chicken livers or 2 or 3 chicken thighs.

 

60g of nuts is a lot of nuts – made into vegan parmesan or nut cheese or nut butter I could eat on those 60g for a week. The meat amounts bought – each is a single meal really with maybe the livers being a meal for two.

 

‘Ja, but you eat expensive stuff like avos in a single sitting’

 

So let’s look at a salad we might both eat.

 

dav

We all eat the basics – and my avo is still cheaper than your tuna and cheese.

And it is in colour so I win.

Usually half an avo is all the rich I can eat anyway

 

So tell me again about how being a vegan is too expensive?

No one has to be a vegan – eat whatever makes you happy

But don’t use financial constraints as an excuse or reason

 

*I used the same shop for the prices of all the items in the article – I know you can get everything for less and for more at other outlets, but these are all from the same place.

So, I’ve been a vegan for a week and it doesn’t feel like a decision I had to make or a lifestyle I now have to follow, but rather just what and how I am supposed to be. But that may be because I am in the honeymoon phase and all these replacement/additional/delicious meal options are exciting, shiny and new.

In a week/month/year I may be gagging for bacon, desperate for a chop or dreaming about biltong. (This is what happened when I did the vegetarian thing for a year previously.)

If that happens, I will deal with it then. It certainly doesn’t mean that my feeling of rightness now is any less valuable or real.

 

But why? I am asked. In the name off all red and meaty (and delicious) WHY?

 

Well, there is a MEAL of reasons.

 

Me

I don’t want to consume all of the antibiotics and other bits and pieces injected and fed into animals bred for slaughter.

I think there is a correlation between many cancers and eating animals.

My body does not like vast amounts of meat and other flesh – my stomach rebels, I feel sluggish and tired, I am always hungry.

When I tried banting, which is animal eating in the extreme, I got eczema and gastritis. I know I don’t need to eat that much meat and animal products, but the fact that this was my body’s response made me question wanting to put any of it in my body at all.

 

Earth

The carbon footprint of animal products for eating is just ridiculously massive.

Grass fed, organic-style animals have a bigger footprint that feedlot ones. So, so much for that being the response to me not wanting antibiotics etc.

The Earth cannot sustain us – there are too many of us consuming too much. Eating plantbased meals simply and easily reduces my carbon footprint.

 

Animal Lives

This is the actual, real, final reason I just couldn’t eat flesh and other animal products any more. (Because let’s not pretend animals bred for products other than meat are treated any better than those slaughters to eat.)

 

It’s a story so settle down – no gruesome crying piglet images, I promise (except the one I just put in your head).

 

In April 2016 I made a series of decisions which resulted in my beautiful dog Pippa being hit and killed by a car. I didn’t do it on purpose but as the human in the relationship, it was my fault. I let her do something which directly and specifically resulting in her being hit by the car. So yes, it was my fault.

And her death agonises me still. I dream about her, I miss her, I feel so guilty that I made decisions which resulted in her death.

 

And yet I was happy to get up and chose to eat bacon for breakfast and not even think about the animal I was killing with that decisions. I’d buy wors and chops and steak for a braai and never even consider the farmyard I was sending to their death. Eggs, milk, cream and cheese – yum yum and screw the animals kept in captivity, treated like crap, separated from their mothers when still needing her milk, slaughtered at birth if male, and finally, possibly mercifully, killed

 

Why do we think some animals are worth loving and protecting while others are commodities to be treated appallingly and then destroyed?

 

We don’t need animal products to be healthy; in fact, we may well be healthier without them.

 

So, yeah, that’s why I am just not going to consume anything an animal suffered to produce.

Cos those random cows, lambs, sheep, chicken and even fish deserve life as much as Pippa did.

 

Also – I watched Food Choices on Netflix which actually consolidated all of these thoughts.

Watch it – it’s not even gruesome, just eye-opening

by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

What an amazing collection of stories from a truly incredible author. Adichie shows the reader, through these 12 stories, so many of the stories of Nigeria and Nigerians. From women living in America, separate from their Big Man husbands to students hiding in empty shop front to escape from a riot these stories tell a multitude of vibrant, real and often heart-breaking realties.

Africa is so present in all the stories, possibly especially those of Africans in America. Adichie tells it as it is, no sugar-coating or misty-eyed out of focus view. She addresses the fear and loneliness of immigrants as well as the pride and strength they have. She looks at the connections between loved ones and those lost, and makes the protagonist, and therefore also the reader, examine preconceptions and opinions.

These stories will grab you and suck you in; make you want to know more and wish that each were part of a full novel about the characters. Each story is complete, but they did leave me yearning to know more of the people. I wanted their past and future – I wanted to demand to know more, dammit!

Adichie is all she is cracked up to be – I feel so lucky to be an aware, developing feminist reader at the time she is producing.

A note: when I first started reading this book I didn’t realise it was a series of stories. So I read the first few stories as though they were chapters in a book, storylines that would join up eventually. As soon as I did work out that this was not the case it was worth going back and rereading the first few stories as complete pieces. And I realised how differently short stories require the reader read.

1 million stars out of 10

2017

If you want flowers, plant flowers

nature-collage

that’s my motto for 2017 – I want a good year with positive results, self growth and happiness. so I am planting those seeds right now

this is the year I turn 50 so I refuse for it to be anything but amazing

50

I will achieve Level 50!!!!!!

I have many plans for the year but the first two I am addressing are:

  • eating primarily plantbased meals
  • read primarily authors who are not cis-gendered white men

so expect book reviews and recipes