I decided to stay in the imitation poultry zone, and found some Squeaky Bean Satay Kievs in Asda.Continue reading Not Hen, Again
I suffer from migraines, and as a kid, the only food I ever thought I could manage to stomach during one was cold breaded chicken.
I never did (felt too sick), but it held a mysterious appeal, especially as I rarely ever had it. I guess it offered a soothing combination of tender, chewy, minisculely-crispy, savouriness – bland but tasty.Continue reading Don’t Feel Like Chicken Tonight?
For my first “FIUYMI” vegan food post, take a look at these (uncooked) bad boys.Continue reading Sausage, Not Sausage
Poor Beyond Sustenance. It has languished alone for so long.
But excuses are boring and new things are exciting! So for my next trick, I’m planning to write some posts on vegan “FIUYMI” food products, ie vegan products that imitate animal favourites.Continue reading Fake It Until You Make It
As my inability to post reliably continues, this piece is being completed AFTER I have finished working in London. I’d pretend now I’ll have more time to write things, but I’m going away for a while, so this poor site will once again be neglected (pats site gently on head).
But enough of my failings, onto the violet treats!
I imagine most UK peeps have had a parma violet sweet at one time or another. Opinion is divided between “euch, perfume” and “mmm, floral nectar”.
Naturally I am of the latter camp. However while rose crops up in quite a few cuisines, violet is scarce indeed. France is the violet powerhouse, and there is even a violet festival in Tourrettes-sur-Loup I half-heartedly keep meaning to go to. Over here, you’ll have to keep your eyes peeled to enjoy this delicate flavour in a format other than the aforementioned sweets or chocolate violet creams.
Ah well, my advice is to consume violet while you can, and lobby parliament in the meantime…