Thursday, 30 July 2015

WHY I BECAME VEGAN

Something a little different from the usual recipe post. If you've ever wondered why in the heck I do what I do, or why some full-blooded Nigerian girl from a - let's be honest - meat-obsessed culture would be crazy enough to suddenly do away with all animal products, then this post will hopefully shed some light on the matter.

The story of how and why I became vegan is incredibly multi-faceted and a lot of the stuff I'll be sharing are things I haven't really spoken about in detail before (in conversations, interviews etc.) 
I suppose this is my way of giving some sort of shape to the origins of my vegan journey. In hindsight, my decision to stop eating animals involved a lot more than the singular desire to simply 'improve my health'.

I'll take you right back to the beginning... from thoughts I had as a child, through to my 20 years of forgetfulness and being enamoured by meat and diary, right to the precise moment I picked up and rejected my last piece of chicken and decided that there was no turning back. 

Grab some popcorn and let's get started :)


I questioned a lot of things as a child, and still do to this day. It's always been in my nature to challenge the status quo, never content with the dismissive and boring: 'this is the way things are and are supposed to be'. It's no big surprise then that this questioning extended to society's food choices. There is nothing unique about this and it is my belief that as children, we all have a heightened sense of curiosity with regard to the world around us; the world that we are getting accustomed to. Over time, our belief systems and values become more defined and set in stone. It becomes harder for us to shake off or even begin to question certain actions and behaviours that we have been taught are 'normal' and 'natural'.

The kid part of me would ask: 'Why should we treat our pets nicely but then eat a plate of beef (cow) or turkey for dinner? Why are cats and dogs different from these other animals? Why do we love some but kill some? Isn't it gross that milk comes out of an actual cow and then we drink it?' and so on and so forth...

My non-questioning, grown self would answer: 'Well, that's just the way things are. We need meat to make up a healthy, balanced diet. There are humane ways to kill and the killing of animals for food does not have to conflict with your claim to being a person who is against inhumane practices.' and so on...

Although my older self could come up with a million ways to rationalise meat-eating (based on what society had told me), the hypocrisy that my younger self picked up on effortlessly was a real and valid issue which would unfortunately lay dormant for several years to come.

In my entire life, I have only witnessed two animals being killed in front of my very eyes. The first and most memorable time was at my grandparents' house in Ibadan when I was around 6 years old. The whole family was there for a week or so before a big wedding was to take place. I can't remember if it was during the holidays or whether us kids had been given time off from school. Either way, it was one of the best weeks of my life - full of fun and all the quintessential childhood enjoyment that comes with being with all your siblings, cousins and friends in the same house at once. We stayed up to play card games, ate a lot of delicious home cooking and spent hours exploring the large compound. On one particular day before the actual wedding, a small group of us were running around the compound as usual when we came across a large cow that was literally strung upside down, it's belly torn open and its guts being pulled out by people I imagine were animal slaughter experts. We put two and two together and realised that the cow was going to be used to feed the guests at the wedding. As any normal child would do at the sight of something so violent and disgusting, we ran in the opposite direction as fast as we could. Before we went into the house to recount our tale of adventure to the busy adults, however, a family friend who is slightly older than I am decided to have a little fun and told me that it was very important for me to add in my story that the cow's soul should rest in peace. And so in we went.. 'Guess what? Guess what? We saw the insides of a cow! May its soul rest in peace!' If the adults were too occupied in their various tasks to initially turn their full attention my way, the last part certainly got them. Laughter. Followed by an adult educating me on the fact that there was no need to say 'rest in peace' because it was 'just a cow' and 'not a human being.' Naturally, I wondered why it had to be that way, but I knew better than to ask. That was the way of the world. It was okay for humans to rest in peace, but animals were just animals and didn't matter.

When it came to dairy, the concept of milk was the first time I properly made the connection between what I was eating/drinking and where it actually came from. For many years, I had a hard time drinking milk because the thought that it came straight out of a cow grossed me out. Even today, I find it hard to chug down a plain glass of almond or soya milk because it reminds me of cow milk. In spite of this, I had a copious amount of milk growing up. How? Well, I had the powdered milk brands to thank for that. In a busy city like Lagos, it is rare to buy fresh milk. Powdered milk brands such as Dano and Cowbell are the order of the day, and those milk powders were darn delicious to me back then. I would never mix mine with water to make a drink, but a bowl full of the powder was gold. Presented in this form, I was able to suppress the knowledge that it originated from a cow; it was simply sweetened powdery goodness.

I'm adding in all these flashbacks because they do help give some context to my vegan story and go some way to explaining why I became so receptive to the concept.

We never had pets growing up, I rarely interacted with animals, and inevitably, I became your average meat-eater. I loved the stuff. Chicken wings? Yes, please. Sausages and eggs for breakfast?Couldn't ask for anything better. Don't even get me started on ice-cream. I forgot all the questions I had about the origins of my food. Everything I found in the store was up for grabs and mine to enjoy to the fullest. It was my right to eat what I wanted. It was the normal way to eat. 20 years went by.

So what changed?

This is where several factors seemed to collide at once. To give some background, I was in France on my year abroad (3rd year of university). During my first internship placement, I lived with a family that owns a little dog named Lucky. Being in France in general, I was in the land of meat, dairy and more dairy. Cheese courses, heavy meat dishes for lunch...you get the picture. Perhaps it was the fact that I didn't have crazy essay deadlines weighing down my thoughts, perhaps I just had way too much free time on my hands, but while I was there I found I had the luxury to extensively ponder my general health and well-being. With the copious amounts of animal products I was consuming, along with how much I loved looking after Lucky as a pet, old questions that had long been buried seemed to rise to the surface.

There was a near-absurdity about the way meat and dairy appeared in almost every meal throughout the day; it was like an overdose. There was an absurdity to the way I felt so attached to Lucky and yet could happily consume the flesh of another animal. I sometimes have this bad habit of stating the obvious (although it's often a case of me attempting to get at the heart of a commonality by saying it out loud to myself before dissecting it in my mind) and I remember sitting down one day, glancing at Lucky and saying: 'I could never eat you.' Seems random and a bit comical, but the wheels in my brain were spinning...I was making the connection...I was reviving that child-like awareness of the hypocrisy that comes with loving some animals and treating others as faceless, worthless objects to satisfy our taste-buds. If I'd spent the last 5 months bonding with a piglet and not a dog, the feeling would have been the same. The thought of eating the piglet would have been revolting, just as it'd be revolting to eat Lucky. It'd be like eating a friend and coldly calling it a piece of 'bacon' to make myself feel better about it. I don't really care if this anecdote results in me being labelled a 'bleeding heart'. The connection was made and that was that.

So while all this stuff with Lucky the dog was floating about in my mind, I was also thinking about the health side of things, as I mentioned above. I wanted to feel less sluggish and I wanted to clean up my diet. I gave up meat for a week as a trial and the detox effects were immediate. Uncomfortable for a couple of days as my body adjusted, and then I started feeling great with all this energy I never imagined I could experience. When I went back home for the Christmas holiday, I used that time to dig a little deeper and carry out some research. If I was going to carry on, I needed to know the ins and outs of such a lifestyle. The term 'veganism' came up in my research. I'd never paid attention to the term before but all of sudden, there was a word that encapsulated the lifestyle I was leaning towards. I knew enough about vegetarianism and I may very well have settled on that, but with more research came the conviction that I didn't want to be a part of any form of exploitation.

As a book-worm, I bought as many books on the topic as I could. I read The Kind Life by Alicia Silverstone, By Any Greens Necessary by Tracye Lynn McQuirter, The China Study by T. Colin Campbell, Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, etc. I didn't stop there and went on to watch documentaries such as Earthlings, Forks Over Knives, Food Inc. and Vegucated. I watched YouTube videos on the topic, read articles on the lifestyle and on how animal products contribute to many of the medical conditions we see today such as heart disease, high blood pressure, cancer, diabetes etc. I pretty much put myself through a crash course on all things concerning veganism and it made logical sense to me. It was a chance (and choice) to enjoy better health, to take a stand against animal cruelty, to contribute to a more sustainable planet and to be that bit more consistent in my desire to be a compassionate being. It wasn't so much about reaching some state of perfection or succumbing to some trivial hippie ideology, and being vegan certainly doesn't make someone innately better than everyone else - I've met my fair share of vegans with questionable characteristics and I still have plenty of bad days when I don't fully live up to all the moral standards of my faith. Scratch perfection...It was more about how my head and heart aligned on the issue. The veil on the dominant discourse surrounding how and why we use animals the way we do had been lifted and I simply had no reason to turn a blind eye.

The initial realisation that I was going to fully commit to veganism was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I felt a strong conviction and things like not buying leather seemed easy enough. On the other hand, I kept thinking: 'what the heck am I going to eat now?' Society suddenly seemed like hostile territory, incapable of catering to the vegan palate. Wondering about all the delicious things I might miss out on, I did what any right-thinking person would do: I googled images of vegan chocolate cake. I was sold. If I could still enjoy a slice of chocolate cake whenever I wanted, then I had very little to worry about. One night as I was serving myself some dinner, I picked up a piece of chicken, looked at it for a second and slowly placed it back in the pot. That was the last time I attempted to eat a piece of meat.

The timing for all of this was pretty spot on. My first internship ended, I'd had a chance to try it out and had felt great, I'd had enough time to do all the research I needed during the short Christmas break, and then I was back out in a different part of France for my second internship - new location, fresh start to begin my vegan journey. February 2013 came around, I started this blog, and the rest is history...

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If you've made it to the end of this post, thanks for reading! If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to send them my way. I'd be particularly interested in hearing what you think about how your home, culture and society have shaped the way you think about food. If you're a vegan, I'd also like to hear about how you got started.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

JUST V SHOW 2015

I can't believe it's been a whole year since the V Delicious show (featured in this previous post). This year it's back as the Just V Show, but the concept is still the same - an event for vegetarians, vegans and meat-reducers; a place to discover new products on the market and reconnect with old favourites.

Check out my short YouTube clip of the event where I share some of my favourite finds and an interview with my pal and fellow Nigerian, Faith, who'd been trying vegetarianism for a week.


Thursday, 2 July 2015

VEGAN DISCOVERIES - CALIFORNIA


This post is long overdue as it's been just over 3 months since this trip took place. Better late than never I suppose. 

Apart from the weather, the food was the best part of the whole thing and while I was in the Golden State, I had the chance to try a plethora of vegan establishments. Simply put, California is a haven for vegans. You can't turn a corner without being overwhelmed by the amount of choice and innovation with regard to vegan food. Impressive. From vegan big macs, to artisan 'cheese', to sprawling grocery stores that stock every delicious veggie product you can think of...

I hope you enjoy these pictures as I run through some of the top spots I visited (in no particular order). If you've been before or if you actually live in Cali, I'd love to hear about your foodie experience.

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Veggie Grill - answer to McDonald's, Burger King and every other fast food joint. This was probably my favourite place of the lot. Sweet potato fries, 'chicken' burger and mac n' cheeze...um, yes please.


Doomie's Home Cookin' - home to the epic vegan big mac (on the secret menu). And that taco salad...






M Cafe - not fully vegan but with lots of vegan options. Salads, drinks and fancy desserts. I had a breakfast burrito and a fresh ginger/lemon juice.







 Juice bars on every corner... Every. Corner. Like this one here: Glow Bio. Also, a ton places to get my favourite indulgence: coconut water.



Crossroads - a fancy spot teeming with celebrities. It was too dark to take proper photos of the food in there. They take 'intimate dining' to a whole new level.



Cafe Gratitude - I'd love to sit in there all day and drink their milkshakes. They are that good.



Babycakes Bakery - doughnuts, cakes, desserts, pastries... Didn't try any, but they looked tasty enough.



Erewhon - health food store. Great for discovering cool brands and staring open-mouthed at the uber organised fruit and veg displays. Met a lovely photographer who passed on some awesome tips; Check out his Instagram page: @trohawk






Vegan Croissants (from Doomie's offshoot bakery, if I remember correctly)- they exist and they are delicious. These savoury ones were filled with sweet potato, vegan 'cheese', pesto, 'ham', 'turkey' etc.


Seed - simple food, simple flavours.



 Vromage - vegan cheese extraordinaire.



Gracias Madres - a Mexican veggie joint with generous portions packed with tons of flavour. Whatever that potato and 'cheese' sauce dish was... I still have dreams about it.


 Flore - for vegan brunch. Pancakes. Breakfast burritos. Smoothies. What else?




Locali - Reuben sandwich with mock sliced meat and sauerkraut.


Viva La Vegan - small, fully vegan grocery store; "For Animals, Earth & Health"


Sunday, 28 June 2015

GINGER ALE




A no-fuss, 3-ingredient ginger ale recipe. What more could you ask for?
If you're as obsessed with ginger as I am then this drink will definitely hit the spot.
Serve chilled and top your glass up with ice for a cool but fiery summer drink.


Ingredients
- 1 cup grated fresh ginger
- 1 cup coconut sugar/brown sugar
- sparkling water

Grate approx. 1 cup of fresh ginger.



Fill a saucepan with water and add the grated ginger. Allow to simmer for 30 mins then bring to a boil for another 15 mins to form a ginger syrup. Allow to cool.



Strain the liquid.


Pour into a clean bottle and fill up with sparkling water.
Serve chilled.







Saturday, 20 June 2015

MALTED PLANTAIN PANCAKES



I'm kinda sorta slowly working on a personal project that involves plantains and so if my blog seems saturated with plantain recipes as of late, that explains why. But who's complaining, right? I hope you enjoyed my last plantain curry post and that you'll be just as excited about this epic sweet treat...
To make this recipe gluten free, simply use gluten-free self raising flour or coconut flour. You can find either one - as well as barley malt extract - on Amazon via the links below:

          














































Ingredients
- 1 ripe plantain
- 1 and 1/4 cups self-raising flour 
- 3 tbsp brown sugar
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 cup soya milk
- 2 tbsp barley malt extract (plus extra for garnishing)
- lemon juice

Blend all the ingredients in a food processor until you have a smooth batter.

Fry the pancakes in a lightly greased frying pan on low heat. Wait for holes to appear on the top and for the underside to turn brown before flipping over. This bit requires patience (but it is soo worth it!) Flip it over too quickly and the pancake may not hold its nice round shape.

I topped mine with a mix of barley malt extract and lemon juice. 






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