As Isaac Bahevis Singer once said, ‘I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens’. This is not a place for healthy food; this is about comfort and love. And cheese. A lot of cheese.
Being a vegetarian lover of food can be hard. Three-quarters of the books and magazines that we buy to indulge our passion are barred to us with their meaty content. I want to change that. Hand in hand with my ‘comfort and love’ schmaltz is the unity a dining table can offer, breaking the bread or smashing the bottles into the recycling bin. I don’t want to be the odd one out, stuck with the risotto, missing out on the roasties. For too long that has been the only option.
With this blog I want to open up all those flicked over meat recipes, changing them to fit our diets/morals/tastes (delete as appropriate; we are a broad church). I want to offer ideas for ways in which we can be part of the fun, not ‘spoiling’ it. I want to share the sides.
My name is Py. I am a vegetarian. And I say: No more risotto!
ps. I actually quite like a risotto. Just not at the expense of being part of the family Sunday dinner. To me it stands for those times I have felt outcast through my diet. I still have love for the arborio, despite my rally cry.