Notes From My Year of Veganism

Photo by Anna Pelzer at Unsplash.com. Not me, because I don’t eat like this.

Do you remember where you were when you first learned what meat is?

I was sat in a tiny red plastic chair at infants’ school, just after lunchtime. “If you’ve eaten cottage pie today, put your hand up!” Mrs. Rubidge, our middle-aged, bowl-haircutted, bobbly-cardigan-wearing teacher, had trilled.

My hand shot up. It wasn’t the only one. Unless you were lucky enough to have parents who…