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Vegan? No Whey!
Other Vegans Hate Me For This and Think I’m An Idiot
I once threw my dad out onto the street with nowhere to live because he cooked chicken flesh in my pan.
It was at a time when my parents were going through a difficult time due to his drinking and my mam had kicked him out.
I’d agreed he could come and stay with me on the condition that he didn’t bring any bits of dead animals or their secretions into the house.
I had reason to mistrust him.
When I had first gone vegan over a decade before that, I was only sixteen years old and still living in the family home with my parents. Back in those days, my dad used to cook soup on a Sunday evening using whatever carcass was left over from the Sunday dinner.
I remember the time shortly after I went vegan, when he asked me if I wanted any soup. I’d checked with him, warily, to make sure it didn’t contain any animal flesh and he’d assured me it didn’t, but half way through my bowl of soup I discovered a lump of fatty chicken skin.
“I thought I’d picked it all out,” was his only reply.
I was furious. I felt betrayed, disrespected. How could he think it was okay to tell me the soup was vegan when he knew he’d cooked a chicken carcass in it? I still feel revulsion…
