THIRTY seven hours without meat and counting.
Took another brave new step last night by making and eating my first ever vegetarian meal in the form of spinach lasagne.
I have to admit that as I went about making the dish using the recipe provided to be by Miriam, I felt a little intimidated.
Not just because I hadn't tasted half of the ingredients before but because my housemates - as keen a troop of carnivores as you could find - had copped to what I was doing and were asking if I was going to get a bikini wax and manicure after I'd finished my vegetarian dinner.
With no small amount of trepidation, I shoved the lasagne into the oven with the full belief that from there it would be going straight to the bin after I risked one taste.
Surprisingly though, it wasn't too bad. Obviously anyone who tries to convince you that spinach lasagne isn't the ugly sister to the meaty option needs locking up, but at the same time it wasn't the vomit-fest I had expected.
On a side note, Mapstew warned me a few days back that switching to a veg-only diet would result in my becoming even more gaseous than usual. You were on the money my friend. Expect scientists to find another hole in the ozone layer by the time this week is out.
Which brings me to another point. Vegetarians tend to be hug-the-earth, recycle-your-toiletpaper, environMENTALly-minded sorts but surely they realise that by maintaining such a diet, they are doing more harm than good to the atmosphere around them?
Not only are they letting off an above average level of gases from their own tank, but by not eating all those farting cows they are allowing even more toxic emissions to be released. Silly hippies.
