Something which is starting to increasingly ‘get my goat’ is companies who appear to believe that vegetarians are the same breed as vegans.
I am in the former if the two and have been so for two years. My wife has been a veggie for as long as I have known her.
We are most definitely not vegans. Giving up Nandos and Big Macs was difficult enough for me – I would never be able to wave au revoir to yoghurt, ice cream, cheese and milk – to name just four dairy delights. Then there are eggs…
On an increasing number of occasions, I have encountered problems where, upon ordering something vegetarian, I am given a vegan dish! Why?
Worst of all is when I am given a vegan pizza. I cannot stand non-dairy cheese, and may as well be given a rare steak, dripping with blood. I wouldn’t be able to stomach either.
This is exactly what Asda subjected me to when, either because the staff are stupid, or simply playing a sick joke, substituted my vegetable pizza – with normal cheese – for a vegan pizza – coated in what can only be described as rubber.
Finally, I think I have mentioned this before on my blog. I have absolutely nothing against vegans or those unfortunate enough to be unable to eat dairy products. Apologies for the terrible pun, but my beef lies with anyone who gives me vegan food instead of vegetarian – namely, pizza.
THIS IS THE VEGETARIAN PIZZA I ORDERED.
IT CONTAINS DAIRY CHEESE. NICE.
THIS IS THE VEGAN PIZZA I WAS SENT INSTEAD.
IT IS DAIRY-FREE. NOT NICE.
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