Sun 30th Nov.

I have to get a few things from Tesco this morning. As I wander round, I do feel a sense of freedom, looking at things I’ll be able to eat again tomorrow. But at the same time, there’s hesitancy. Can I bring myself to eat dairy and eggs again so readily? Well, we’ll see, won’t we? When I mention these feelings to Sally, it turns out she’s experiencing the same reluctance mixed with anticipation.

Lunch once again is falafel eaten at the side of a football pitch in the cold and damp. Nick’s team draws 2-2, so we aren’t too downhearted. Sally has developed a taste for mushy peas recently, and has them with a baked potato for her lunch.

Nick and I arrive home to find Paul rummaging in the freezer for something to cook for tea. We’ve run a bit short of vegan-friendly ingredients, as I haven’t had a proper shopping session for a while. Time to try out the Realeat chicken style pieces then. Paul decides to mince them, shape them into balls and cook in a casserole with potatoes and other vegetables and lots of herbs. (He is fond of his herbs.) The balls collapse whilst cooking, but the resulting goo is very tasty anyway, and I have two helpings.

For tomorrow’s lunchboxes, I prepare Marmite sandwiches, partly because it’s for Monday, and partly because it just doesn’t seem right to get the cheese out straight away. I even stick with dairy free spread instead of butter.

And so to bed on the final day of Vegan Month.