My parents hate cooking. As a child my dinners came straight from the oven – turkey dinosaurs and potato waffles galore. When they came home from a long day at work, the last thing they wanted to do was toil away in the kitchen, and I was fine with that.
Humans have a particular penchant for ignoring information we would rather not hear. Intellectually we might know livestock emissions count for around 14.5% of total global greenhouse gas emissions. Or that Beef alone accounts for 60% of global deforestation. And yet, we all hate Vegans.
My mum makes a mean Shepherd’s Pie. The revered pie sits in my mother’s house, in my mother’s dish, on my mother’s chopping board. For all intents and purposes, it is entirely my mother’s work. Except it isn’t.
Recipes and cookery books have been a long-standing bastion of elitism, copied down by the literate, and preserved by head chefs in royal kitchens. One example, The Forme of Cury from 1390, documents several hundred dishes, and a list of ingredients for a feast held by king Richard II.
This article contains spoilers We eat meat. Animals are made of meat. Yet in the UK, veganism has grown by 360% over the last decade. In 2017, Netflix released Okja by Bong […]