There are 31 days in January.
Veganuary, a month with no refined sugar, alcohol or meat of any kind, feels a lot longer.
In these final hours, I’m taking orders. Food orders. Drink orders. What should I eat and what should I drink when all the edibles and beverages I have denied myself are back on the table?
The arrival of February brings more than the opportunity to fall off the wagon and into a vat of beef, bourbon and brownies. I will reflect on what I’ve learned during the month of Veganuary and report back to you. What did I miss the most? What does my body tell me? What does my soul have to say?
Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to breaking the fast.
An old fashioned followed by seared scallops with a cauliflower purée and Sauvignon blanc.
If you’re into that sort of thing.