Veganadan

In run up to Ramadan the Daughter laid plans to support her friends and join the fast. However, when she discovered her mates in Dubai have fewer daylight hours than ourselves, she decided to rethink her plan. Anyway, sunrise aside, getting her out of bed before nine requires nothing short of an act of God. So, we did some research and found that the essence of Ramadan is about practising self-restraint and self-reflection. And while neither of us thought ourselves capable of fasting 17 hours a day, we decided we could, at least, practise self-restraint and stop murdering animals.

This wasn't an entirely off the wall idea. We've been exploring the vegan lifestyle for some time now; gradually cutting down carnivorous consumption to less than twenty percent. We just haven't been able to cut the tuna, onion and cream cheese cassoni. Ramadan gave us the motivation to practise self-restraint, and go vegan.

But going vegan is easier said than done. For me, a couple of glasses of wine lead to a couple of bottles of wine and a couple of bottles of wine to La Brezza (local bar), then tuna and onion piadina. For the Daughter, boredom leads to hunger and hunger leads to the gelateria.

We had to start by taming public enemy number one, the mind. Keeping it engaged in positive pursuits and out of trouble. But maintaining self-restraint in Rimini during summer is easier said than done, and when the mind wants to go out to La Brezza, the body is fucked. So, going vegan would mean abstaining from alcohol, steering clear of bad influences and cutting off the Daughters gelato supply line.

To help us keep the mind engaged in positive pursuits we turned to Chris and Eve from Loving Hut. Chris handed me a book called, Meat Is For Pussies and said, 'Here chew on this a while.'. Naturally, the title caught my attention and I ploughed through the book in a weekend. Sadly, there were no naughty parts, just an ageing rockstar ranting about rotting carrion in my colon. Needless to say, the crazy bastard scared me off meat for the rest of my life.

Convinced that our cause was a worthy display of self-restraint, and empathy for the poor beasts being murdered and barbequed by our fellow human beings, we embarked on Veganadan.

When I realised the Daughter would soon grow tired of leaves and carrots. We once again turned to Chris and Eve, and this time Eve opened her kitchen to us – she must be desperate for company. Eve has already given us cooking lessons, but my Tofu Scramble kept coming out Tofu gooble. So, this time, to make sure we get didn't forget what she taught us, we filmed the lesson.

But first, we had to help her make a Key Lime Pie – the best this side of Key West.

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Then we were allowed to turn the kitchen upside down, during the lunch service, and make a movie...

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Which turned out like this...

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayO8wZcZ3Fw&w=560&h=315]

Don't laugh, it served its purpose. Normally by this time on a Saturday, I'd be kicking back with a glass of wine and the Daughter with a brick of gelato. Instead, we exercised self-restraint and tamed our minds so we could put this in our bodies...

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Master Chris approves.

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And, after a long afternoon behind the camera, the Daughter needed a strong Shakerato!

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