Felicity Cloake: my week as a vegan

Can a food writer survive on dairy-free mylk, substitute sausages and tofu cheese? We asked our columnist to keep a diary of her meat-free week, from the highs( vegan pizza) to the lows( a vegan barbecue)

When I say Im omnivorous, I entail Im the kind of person who once feed an eyeball for a dare. The riling holiday companion who wants to try the crispy silkworms in a Vietnamese marketplace, and that sucker who will pay the hefty supplement for a plate of smelly cheese. But even I cant ignore the mounting evidence that most of us need to cut down our meat consumption if the world is to avoid environmental catastrophe research published in March suggests that widespread adoption of a vegan diet could cut global food-related emissions by about 70%.

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Felicity appears fetchingly at camera while clutching some protein powder in a vegan T-shirt. Photo: Susan Smillie for the Guardian

And, although veganism has certainly improved its image in the last couple of years, it is still a largely unknown quantity so when my editor asks me to cut out animal products for a week, I virtually bite her hand off. Im interested to find out how Ill cope, particularly without my daily dosage of dairy. Will I feel better without butter? Will my skin glow like a ripe apricot? Will the dog still love me after seven days of meat-free leftovers?

Sunday

Mylk
Mylk taste test. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Fresh off the plane from Tipperary, Ireland, my blood 80% full-cream milk, I kick off vegan week with a running, while Ive still got the strength.( En route, I listen to a podcast about super-successful ultramarathon runners who prosper on a diet of bean burritos. Turns out Ill be fine .) Back home, I make a pot of coffee and survey my dazzling array of mylks. Almond milk and coffee sounds a happy flavor combining, but I return to my cup after polishing off avocado on toast and find it no longer resembles anything I want to put near my mouth. This turns out to be one of the most severe aspects of veganism: relearning how to attain decent coffee( and, even harder, tea ). On a side-by-side exam of coconut, brown rice, hemp, soy, almond and two types of oat milk, the last, with its similar fat content to semi-skimmed cows milk and reasonably neutral flavor, demonstrates the best alternative, with hemp a surprising runner-up. But I suspect, like all things related to the perfect cuppa, this is a very personal predilection, so experimentation and if its prone to curdling( Im looking at you, soya ), heat it gently before adding slowly.

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Vegan sausage with sweet potato mash and peas. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Im really looking forward to pigging out on south Indian curries and Middle Eastern vegetables for the week, but it seems fair to give the vegan products on the market a whirl as well, given that in the real world, few of us have time to cook every single dinner from scratch. There is no shame in buying a sausage, whether it is made from meat or wheat, such as the Swiss vegan banger laced with red peppers I cook for dinner with olive-oil mash and peas. After working out rather too late that the shiny casing isnt edible, I am pleased to find the inside is. It tastes well, it tastes like something from my childhood I cant put my thumb on, but which, though not unpleasant, definitely isnt a sausage. At least I dont have to worry about how it has been treated, though, and I can always suffocate it with mustard.

Monday

Baked
Baked potato and beans. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

I head out with friends for a bank holiday walk and take an emergency packet of almonds, in case Im unable to find anything to eat in rural Essex. This demonstrates a convenience when someone makes homemade flapjacks, though the dog referendums with its paws and shuns me for the rest of the afternoon. Come lunchtime, the smell of charred meat from the tavern barbecue stimulates my mouth water, unlike my sad cooked potato with beans( oh, for cheese or butter ). My friend Ian, standing beside me at the bar as I quiz the staff, is puzzled by my shame. I was brought up not to make a fuss asking busy barmen to check whether their beer is stabilised employing egg whites or milk proteins is surely the working definition of this. Thank God a quick internet search on someones phone discloses I can drink the cider, which is a relief, because I sure as hell cant have any dessert.

Peanut
Peanut and dill dal, saag paneer with tofu. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

I go home, make a big pot of delicious peanut and dill dal and a clever take on sag paneer with tofu cheese from Jackie Kearneys excellent Vegan Street Food book, and inhales the lot.

Tuesday

Three-miso
Three-miso ramen. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Back to work and the early-morning puppy walk, today with the added bonus of a cup of curdled coffee. You want more soya milk? the barista enquires , noticing my face. Her second try is better, but it still savors bitter. I dont usually take sugar in my coffee, but this stuff needs all the help it can get. Lunch involves more product testing today, vegan charcuterie and cheese. Though Im curious to find out what these substitutes savor like, ironically, I find Im eating less fruit and veg this week than normal usually Id have a salad , not a hunk of heavily seasoned wheat gluten. If I went vegan long-term, Id attain the majority of members of my food from scratch, rather than relying on these highly processed substitutes, many of which savor worryingly salty. It is a reminder that vegan doesnt always entail healthy.

Funky,
Funky, unfiltered vegan wine. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Tonight Ive been invited to dinner and the hosts are big natural wine fans, so Im delighted to get a bottle of funky, unfiltered fizz to myself. Emma has really gone to town on the menu too, catering for me by cooking a deeply savoury ramen with three types of miso, and homemade coconut ice-cream. Tip of the working day: if youre considering running vegan, choose your friends carefully.

Wednesday

Scrambled
Scrambled tofu on toast. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

People are genuinely interested in current challenges. Last nights crowd were particularly concerned about my protein intake something I dont usually dedicate much gues. Fretted I might waste away, I swap my usual breakfast fruit and yoghurt for scrambled silken tofu( not bad at all when you add tomatoes and herbs) and toast. Dry toast because, although vegan spreads are widely available, I was scarred by margarine as a child, so I attempt my own coconut butter and fail miserably.

Vegan
Vegan cauliflower-based pizza. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Ive got appointments in town today a good excuse to treat myself to lunch out. One thing Im quickly learning about being vegan is that it pays to plan ahead. This being London, a quick search discloses a vegan-friendly cafe just round the corner, where I eat something claiming to be a pizza with a cauliflower base. Although it doesnt remind me much of a pizza, its pretty tasty( but so heavy I can barely speak in either satisfying ). Afterwards, I head to a vegan ice-cream joint in Soho where I can make a pig of myself in the name of research. I feed so much of Yoricas refreshingly illuminated coconuts and rice-based soft serve that I dont need dinner. It strikes me that Im unlikely to lose much weight on this regime at least until I get a handle on sensible portion control for these new foodstuffs.

Yorica
Yorica vanilla and chocolate ice-cream. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Thursday

I pop into the local vegan store( naturally, there is a vegan shop within mung-bean-spitting distance of the Guardian) and a fellow client recommends the powdered eggs, made from nutrient-dense microalgae. They certainly appear the proportion, fooling several people on social media, and even have a certain, slightly off-putting, sulphurous smelling, but they taste of absolutely nothing better for an omelette, perhaps, than plain scrambling. Ill draw a veil over the maple-smoke bacon that accompanies them at breakfast, except to say that its edible, but there its resemblance to bacon ends.

Homemade
Homemade vegan pizza. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Later, I have friends round for my own vegan pizza. It is better than I expect, given that all vegan salami seems to savor largely of celery seeds and salt, and most of the cheese has challenging top notes of newborn puking. That told, they do melt well, giving the pizzas a satisfyingly familiar appearance and a bland creaminess that offsets the richness of my homemade tomato sauce nicely. Not everyone is so impressed, though: the fact one of them goes for a curry on the way home suggests I may be going native.

Friday

Oat
Oat milk porridge. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Discovery of the working day: oat milk stimulates utterly gorgeous porridge.( Duh .) I go for Campari spritzes with a friend after run and we stuff our faces with olives, hummus and other vegan-friendly bounty from the Turkish grocers round the corner. I decide to presume a hastily purchased bottle of prosecco is vegan-friendly. Ignorance, though no defence, is definitely bliss on a sunny evening.

Turkish
Turkish spread. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Saturday

A morning market trip virtually causes a autumn at the last hurdle, as we happen upon the most delicious-looking doughnuts Ive ever seen, right next to a man casually grilling cheese sandwiches with scant regard for my vegan nostrils. Someone offers me a sample of wine, and Im so grateful its vegan that I buy an entire box. This evenings dinner with friends revives my spirits: a veritable Ottolenghi feast, followed by a Campari and orange sorbet. For the second time in two days, I thank God the vivid red Italian aperitif is no longer coloured with beetle extract.

Ottolengi
Ottolengi feast. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

Sunday

My editor rings before Ive had time to buy any semi-skimmed in celebration at the end: she has got a final few vegan products to test, and suggests a barbecue on her barge. Still high on last nights dinner, I agree only to find myself chewing miserably on a green spelt and hazelnut cutlet while other guests abandon their bean burgers along with their flimsy principles and grab chorizo rolls instead. When a seagull swoops down and snatches a duckling from the water next to us, I cant help seeing it as a sign. Its a dog-eat-dog world and Im definitely no duckling.

Tempeh
Tempeh and carrot sandwich from the Thug Kitchen book. Photo: Felicity Cloake for the Guardian

The aftermath

The challenge hasnt been as hard as Id dreaded; I reckon I could go a good few weeks, if perhaps not a lifetime, cooking vegan without missing animal products. I felt just fine neither weak nor positively glowing with health. Perhaps most amazingly, a week subsequently, Im still eating a largely vegan diet at home. But, Im sorry Ive gone back to a proper cuppa. Some things are just too sacred to mess with.

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