I think it’s a wonderful reflection of the modern world that most tastes and preference are catered for. Okay, not always or everywhere but, in the West at least, most ways of eating are there for the choosing. For instance if you are a carnivore, there’s meat galore, if you’re vegetarian there’s fish and veg and, if you’re vegan there’s vegan stuff too.
However, when you prefer to eat something why on earth do you want it to pretend to be something you don’t want to eat?
I’ve wondered this with things like vegan cheese and vegan sausages. Why is it important to have a sausage that is clearly not a sausage? And cheese.
[Gary shakes his head in confusion]
Then, today, I came across this monstrosity.
Leaving aside the BBQ Flavour which can only be just chemicals, but what has been dried and cut into strips to make this stuff? Old banana skins? But no, nothing so natural.
Vegan jerky is simple to make with Butler Soy Curls. Soy Curls are made from dehydrated soy much like textured vegetable protein, except for they come in large pieces about the size of chicken strips. When re-hydrated, they have the texture of meat.
https://thehiddenveggies.com/vegan-jerky-easy-gluten-free/
I have no problem with people eating whatever they want to eat but I do wonder why it has to be called something it isn’t. Why not call them Vegan Strips. Or Vegan Curls? Or just make up a name which, after all, is where jerky came from in the first place. VeganUrls?
Anyway, that is just something I wondered about as I wandered about in Waitrose.
And, in the interest of fairness, Wikipedia states that “Jerky is lean trimmed meat that has been cut into strips and dried (dehydrated) to prevent spoilage.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerky)
I discovered the Vurky after the gym and after my Neros latte. Mirinda, unbeknown to me, was having a coffee herself at the same time but at Lost Boys.
The trains had been somewhat confused with points failures and signalling issues further up the line so, rather than risk a stoppage, my wife wandered back into town for a coffee while SWR sorted themselves out. She was sat at Lost Boys (the first coffee place she came to) while I was sat, at the same time, in Neros. A missed opportunity there.
Sadly, though not realising it at the time, I walked home. The park looked lovely. It was drenched with some glorious weather rather than rain.
Back at home and after lunch, we went up to the park for a bit of a romp with tennis ball and FlickaStik. The girls had a great time. I was fine when I managed to ignore the icy blasts of wind which served to remind me that it was still winter.
In the afternoon I planted three pots that Mirinda had helpfully placed out the front. I had figured it was where she wanted them planted. I was mistaken.
Later on in the day I spent a goodly amount of time on Messenger working out with Tracey then Michael, where and when we were meeting up on Thursday. Eventually we worked out a plan which, hopefully will work.
Earlier, sitting on the bench, I happened to look up. I rather liked the view.
The trees are almost holding hands.
