After I went vegan, one of the biggest changes for me was no more omelettes on a Saturday morning. You know the ones I'm talking about: fluffy, cheesy and jam-packed with your favourite filling.
I had myself at crispy! Tofu is no longer just for hipsters with scraggly beards and a penchant for ‘artisan coffee’ – as if a cup of coffee in a bohemian cafe really tastes better than in a franchise restaurant (except the Spur – their coffee is made from stale grounds and broken dreams).
After I went vegan, one of the biggest changes for me was no more omelettes on a Saturday morning. You know the ones I'm talking about: fluffy, cheesy and jam-packed with your favourite filling.
I had myself at crispy! Tofu is no longer just for hipsters with scraggly beards and a penchant for ‘artisan coffee’ – as if a cup of coffee in a bohemian cafe really tastes better than in a franchise restaurant (except the Spur – their coffee is made from stale grounds and broken dreams).
