Sunday dinner is traditional for my family. My mum, sister and I (on occasion when cajoled into it) peel the veg. We eat chicken, broccoli, roast and boiled potatoes, stuffing, peas and Yorkshire puddings… all covered in gravy! My dad adds a dollop of mint sauce, but it reminds me of toothpaste and I can’t stand it.
So, this morning I woke up believing a vegan Sunday dinner wasn’t an authentic possibility, it just wasn’t going to work. How could Sunday dinner be proper Sunday dinner without chicken?
Potatoes are the solution; that and broccoli. I still enjoyed Sunday dinner with my family, even though we weren’t eating the exact same thing it was ok. If it’s dinner and it’s Sunday, it’s Sunday dinner. Logic.
This vegan week is nearing its end; I can’t bring myself to lie and say I’ll continue this for the rest of my life, but I don’t think it’s been a waste of time. I’ve actually enjoyed a lot of the food, which has definitely surprised me.