Day 34….Hell hath no fury like a four year old with vanilla swirls through her chocolate ice cream…

Whoever coined the phrase ‘the terrible twos’ is an absolute barefaced liar!

The ‘twos’ are a breeze….the ‘threes’ are a tiny bit more challenging at times….but the fours. 😨

Oh my fucking god! Kill me now….stop my suffering…put me out my misery!

My daughter turned four last Saturday and she’s commenced her new age range with gusto. On Thursday she made an absolute tit of me in Next. I could see people staring thinking ‘look at that pathetic new age Mummy trying to get control of her little arsehole child’. But…we got through it and were both alive and well when we left the shop.

Today, we stopped for a vegan cupcake and coffee, from a wee shop in Linlithgow that proudly advertised vegan cakes, ice cream and almond milk. However when we got there he had one vegan cake and no bloody milk. So….in an attempt to save the situation we ordered an ice cream for Bettelicious.

She ordered chocolate and when it arrived she was not impressed. Anyone who has a child will know that a blue cup instead of a green cup can strike fear into your soul. Or…in this case…white swirls through the chocolate ice cream. I knew she wasn’t going to be happy.

As anticipated….she declined to even try the ice cream because she didn’t want white through it. To be honest, it went from bad to worse. She then decided she wanted crisps and as I was now pissed off, I made the decision she wasn’t getting anything from the shop. I literally walked in….handed the guy Β£2 and walked out. Without a drop of coffee, cake or ice cream passing anyone’s vegan lips!

I dragged my maniac child out the store….like some little Tasmanian devil. A ball of rage! This temper tantrum lasted a whole 30 minutes. Over a packet of fucking crisps!!!!

Anyway, she finally calmed down and profusely apologised for her angry outburst. And thankfully….quickly resumed her usual gorgeously little funny self.

Do they turn 4 and immediately develop a split personality? 😭

Food today has been immense. I had my usual smoothie for breakfast. For lunch I decided on a little bowl of bulgar wheat deliciousness.


Bulgar wheat with courgette, broccoli and kale roasted in 1 Tbs of avocado oil.

After our relaxing trip out…HAHA! We came home and had an oatly cappuccino and a ruffle bar. Now…you’re not going to believe this…but…I have realised, I cannot drink oat based milks!! 😲🀧 They give me terrible stomach cramps. So, after all those weeks of hunting down oatly and stock buying….I now can’t use it and have a cupboard full of it!

I’m working tonight, so had a wee bite of dinner (despite still being full from lunch).


Left over spicy chilli, some bulgar wheat and avocado blitzed in the processor with lemon.

I’ve got some humous, tomatoes and two seeded crackers for a ‘lunch’ over night. I’ve also packed loads of fruit and a soya chocolate pot for a midnight snack. I avoid coffee and tea at night, so green tea bags packed.

I’d rather be going to bed, but…work calls.

Sleep tight! ✌


Day 25…

Keeping it super simple tonight.

Today we’ve taken it super easy. I haven’t recovered from driving to and walking around Alton Towers yet!

I’ve also been starving today! Probably making up for hardly eating whilst away.

I started my morning with my smoothie. Oh how I have missed that! Even baby B stole it from me and drank half!

Lunch was avocado pasta. Simple…quick and amazingly tasty.

Avocado oh how I’ve missed thee…


My comfort food. For sure!Β 

We had a vet visit with Dave again. Ulcer still there, but eye specialist suggested some more medical management before surgical management, so we’re pressing on with that for a week. Then it’ll be surgery! 😡

After a dog walk we wanted something super easy, with no cooking required. We called our local Chinese and discussed vegan options. As usual, they didn’t disappoint.

We got a rice noodle vegetable chow mein to share, with some beancurd kung po and a side of crispy seaweed between us.


We’ve enjoyed our meals out, but tomorrow it’s back to home cooked clean food.

G’night pals….sleep tight….✌

Surely suffering is not necessary…

Warning, before we start, this post may contain some shocking information. As you all know, I don’t go out my way to scare/shock people into veganism, but I’m also not going to avoid talking about topics that mean something to me. It is a vegan blog afterall.

My reasons for becoming vegan may differ from yours. I became vegetarian many many years ago, very suddenly. I was travelling to work (I had corned beef sandwiches in my lunch bag) and I passed a truck transporting cows to the abbatoir (I call It a coo carrying van). As I overtook it I caught the eyes of a brown cow….he/she looked out at me and for a moment we connected (aye, I can almost hear some of you laughing). It let out a big sigh and I could literally feel the pain and see the worry in its eyes. Such beautiful soulful eyes!

I immediately felt overwhelmed with emotion and started crying…I drove to work, got out my car and threw my sandwiches in the bin. I vowed there and then that I would NEVER touch meat again and, true to my word, I never did. I continued to eat cheese and drink milk, because nothing died for that, right?


As I gradually I realised how awful the dairy industry was I knew I had to stop consuming anything associated with it. Yes, I’m absolutely ashamed it took me almost a decade to equip myself with the full knowledge that would lead me to become vegan, but it did. I was ignorant. I was in denial. I thought vegans were mental and I’d be starving. I was wrong and if I could turn back time I would. But…here we are…and finally I have listened to my heart.

I feel it’s only right that I explain the dairy industry, to support and outline why I have these views. I could write loads on the topic, but the video I’m going to post explains it far quicker and better than I could. However, be warned, it’s not a ‘feel good’ clip. Before you press play ask yourself if you’re ready to see the truth behind an industry you are probably heavily involved with. Are you ready for the possibility that after watching it you may be moved enough to give up your cheese…your milk…your yoghurts?

If you’re not ready today…or tomorrow…maybe one day in the future you’ll press play.

Dairy is scary!

I feel that in this day and age, with all the wonderful alternatives to milk, cream, yoghurt, cheese, etc…there really is no reason to inflict such suffering on another living creature.

An oat cappuccino is every bit as enjoyable (if not more) than a cow’s milk one. Vegan cream cheese is gorgeous. Soya cream makes a lovely creamy sauce (and doesn’t even split). There is an abundance of ‘butter’ alternatives, from coconut oil to avocado spreads.

With so much choice, why can’t more of us make more compassionate decisions? Surely there isn’t a person alive who can watch this traumatic footage and not feel moved by the plight of an innocent ‘earthling’ (proper vegan words getting thrown about tonight) just trying to avoid pain and suffering…and live a life?

I don’t think we’ll ever get to a point where the entire world is vegan, sadly. But, if we all made one small change to reduce the demand for animal products, we’d all be making a small contribution, which would have almost no impact on our daily life but would lead to bigger change and different demands on these sectors, right?

Like I say, being a vegan is not all about diet. It’s about much more than that. But ultimately, for me, it’s about living compassionately and responsibly. It’s about being aware of the impact you and your actions have on…well….everything. It’s about showing empathy and trying to be connected to the world we live in. I don’t care what you label it as….but surely we should all strive for some level of that awareness?

My original post tonight was going to be about products, but I got caught up in this and couldn’t bring myself to post about anything else. I’ll do the products one tomorrow.

For now, I’m going to enjoy my ‘guilt-free’ supper and head off to bed.


Thanks for reading this. I’ll probably lose some followers for this post, but I didn’t start this for ‘likes’, I started it to document my journey…and this was a learning curve I went through in my exploration of veganism.


Sleep easy….and let’s all thank our lucky stars we were born human and not a poor cow!


Day 16 Vegan.

Today was all about haircuts, visiting Granny B and returning my Dad’s car to him.

What I’ve learned today is that my wife cannot be responsible for ensuring my oatly is packed in the car. Yes, she had one job…and forgot to do it.

I’ve tried the KoKo milk today. It’s amazing. For me, it won’t be for tea or coffee, but I’ll drink it cold without any bother. It’s not chalky or too coconutty Β (I think I made that word up!).


I don’t have much else to say on the food front, I’ve written about my dinner in the other post.

Time for bed. It’s been a looooooonnnng day!

Peace out! ✌

Land & Sea…without the death for me. πŸ‘βœŒ

Tonight we rushed to Polmont to experience the vegan menu at Land & Sea.

First off. What a bloody fabulous idea this shop has had. More and more people are ditching animal protein for plant based alternatives and this wee chippie have clearly been paying attention.

It’s VERY well advertised as you approach the chippie. They say placing a ‘vegan’ symbol/sign on food negatively effects sales, but Land & Sea have thrown caution to the wind on this front. They’re doing vegan and they’re proud of it.


One of the many signs on the front and side of the shop.

When you enter you notice the vegan section is completely separate to the rest of the shop. You order at a different point and pay there too. At first i didn’t think anything of it…but whilst waiting for my order I realised I was standing in a little ‘vegan’ pen. You have to be out and proud to enter the pen. 🀣 I made a wee joke that I was going to mingle with the ‘normal’ people, so I didn’t feel so ‘different’ and I did wait outside the vegan square. I guess it’ll be fabulous if there is a big queue for the omnivore side, because we’ll essentially skip everyone (which is always a bonus) but I don’t truly know if I liked such obvious separation. I’m sure there is a perfectly sensible reason for the little pen, but standing in it I did feel like I was at a ‘come see a vegan get excited about pretending to eat fish’ convention.


I didn’t get the full pen in, as I was trying to be discrete. If you stand next to the vegan sign with the arrow you could literally be transformed into living art!Β 

Whilst standing in my wee pen a guy on the ‘omni’ side of the fence said “don’t worry hen, I’ll still talk to you”. That made me laugh…but it also showed me that we all seen the vegan pen as just that!

That aside. The menu was extensive, for a vegan. It was well thought out and even had a kids selection (which is super rare, in my experience).


We went for the ‘Vish’ and Chips, with a portion of mushy peas. Now…to let you understand, I haven’t had a fish supper for about 10 years. The closest I have had has been halloumi in batter, which of course is not vegan, so is not something I could have now. So…you can appreciate how excited I am at actually ordering a ‘vish’ supper. πŸ’—

After a brief wait, I skipped out the shop with my goodies in a MASSIVE bag.


The MASSIVE bag!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Now onto the important stuff. The actual food. I’ll get straight to it. The supper was absolutely amazing! The vish was crispy on the outside, but gorgeously soft and creamy inside. The seaweed batter added a gorgeous hint of the sea, which really made you feel like you were having a fish supper. The chips were perhaps the best I’ve had ever in this area (I’m an Ayrshire lassie, so know a guid chip!) and the peas…well, what can you say about peas. They were lovely!


My vish and chips! πŸ’“

The onlyΒ bad point for me was that the dish was supposed to be served with ‘ta ta’ sauce, but when I got home I realised it was missing. I was proper disappointed! Although it didn’t ruin my dinner, I think it would have added to the taste and if you advertise it…put it in the box, please.

I’d give this chippie 9.5/10. The food was excellent (which is the most important part), the staff were friendly and I’m always impressed when a business tries to include alternative diets. It’s a shame the vegan options are only available on a Tuesday, but it’s better than nothing. They have committed to cooking all their food in vegetable oil, so at least you can get a wee poke of chips on other days of the week. πŸ˜‰

The struggle is real!

Day 15 vegan.

The battle continues. Operation oatly in full swing.

I truly believe these sneaky supermarkets to be operating some conspiracy theory surrounding the procurement of oat based frothy milk.

Picture it.

Morrisons in Stirling.

Last ditch attempt at getting my sweaty little hands on my ‘milk’. The tension is mounting, I can almost taste the creamy oatiness on my lips. Acting casual, I make my way to the long life milk section, with equal measures of excitement, aprehension and dread. I scan the shelves. No barista!

Fuuuuucccckkkkkk!!! (It takes every last shred of composure not to throw myself on the ground and have a huge tantrum).

Feeling deflated I head towards the exit (via the salad bar, as I don’t want the entire experience to be ruined *negotiating a salad bar as a vegan, a whole other blog post*). As I’m leaving, by pure chance I stumble upon the ‘free from’ aisle. What do I see, to my amazement. My oaty frothy milk!!!! (Notice the ownership I have over this milk. Not ‘the’ oat milk…NO, NO…it’s MY milk).

I stop. I feel flushed with excitement.

I notice a woman glancing in the general directiom of the milk on the shelf. I can’t have this. Not now. Not when I’m this close. She cannot touch my milk!

In panic I consider charging at her – bulldozing her to the floor. Ok, maybe that’s over the top? I know, I’ll just get her in a heed lock and drag her away from the section. I’ll let her go as soon as I consider her to be a safe distance from the oats. That’s compassionate, right?

Thankfully, she moves before I go in for the kill. Probably best….this shit is getting very real! I would hate for someone to be caught up in the battle that is buying frothy oat based milk in central Scotland



Of course. Now I have the milk, I have absolutely ZERO desire for a frothy coffee!! Typical! πŸ˜‚

Dinner tonight was a late one. Had to take Davey (our wee blind dug) back to the vet, then Lola (picture below), our 9 year old boxer X mastiff decided to collapse whilst out a walk. So, everything was delayed a wee bit.


Lola, looking pretty after her ‘collapse’

Despite all that, dinner was gorgeous. We ate it whilst watching ‘Carnage’; a mockumentory about a time in the future where everyone is vegan. My sister-in-law recommended it and it was not a disappointment. It’s very cleverly written and the message is poignant, despite the satirical narration. I’d recommend it.


GOSH chickpea and harrisa pate, with soy cream cajun pasta (with olives, mushrooms and cherry tomatoes).

Time for bed now.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a good day for us all.


F*ck you Waitrose!

The battle of oatly barista continues. Waitrose has been promising a delivery for a week…and today, they’ve discontinued it! Arghhhh!

They have every form of plant milk known to man…but have stopped that? Clearly they’ve never actually spoken yo a vegan in the flesh, because if they had they’d know this stuff is like crack cocaine to us. We don’t just love it…we need it! πŸ˜‚

Anyway, whilst in there I bagged my free tea…and in truly glamourous community midwide style, I’m munching my peice in the car.


Falafel, sweet chilli and egg free mayo sandwich. A deliciously Ella energy ball and a cuppa tea (with the elusive barista in it).

Following work I’ll re-commence operation ‘find a shit load of barista and stock buy it as though I’m expected the end of the world as we know it’.

Bonus…it’s sunny….and if I stare at my ariel bobble I could almost convince myself I’m in Disney!


Day 14 Vegan

I can honestly say that this journey, over the last two weeks, has been pretty easy. I don’t know whether that’s because I’ve been a vegetarian for so many years, so really just cutting out dairy, eggs and honey additionally. Or…wether it’s purely down to the fact that I’m in the right head space. Who knows…!

Today I’ve been working, so the food is never too inspiring when I’m working. That being said…I had a yummy cheatin and avocado sandwich before work and some left over chickpea, tattie and spinach curry with wholemeal rice on my tea break.


Cheatin rashers are by far my favourite ‘bacon’ substitute. They go crispy and even have wee bits of fat round the edge. FYI…they are cheaper in Morrisons than in Holland & Barrett.



Forgot a photo of dinner. So…snapped one last minute. NHS plate and all 🀣. I’m into Irn Bru just now, btw.

In other news…my car has been fixed (apparently) so looking forward to driving that worry free! I’ll no doubt be posting tomorrow saying it’s broken again.

Home now. Brought mini me a gobstopper, which has STAINED her face blue. God only knows how long that’ll take to wash off. Bought myself a wee something whilst in the shop….


πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ never go sweetie shopping when you’re hungry!

For anyone who isn’t aware. Fry’s is vegan! I almost pee’d my pants with excitement when I found this out. But even better than this…Raspberry Ruffles are vegan. Life literally doesn’t get better than this!

Quick cuppa, then bed. Got to work again tomorrow. What a bloody cheek this is…being a grown up and being expected to work for a living!

Who’d have thought you’d find a vegan friendly cafe in Camelon…

Picture the scene….a wee side street in Camelon (near Falkirk, for those not around these parts). Home to a gorgeous wee cafe called Scarlett’s. It’s small, but it was mighty. Maybe a total of 8 tables, surprisingly busy, with a nice atmosphere. So busy we had to book a table and return in half an hour for our lunch. But…that was totally worth it…because behold…it has a VEGAN menu!!! 😲


It is abundantly clear in this little place that they’re trying to cater for everyone. Nothing appears to be too much bother for them. Gluten free, vegetarian, vegan…and just plain fussy fuckers, all catered for.

I had a mushroom, cajun pepper and vegan cheeseΒ quesadilla. The portion was mega! But…I ordered a side of chips, because that’s how I roll (plus I have two girls who like ‘sharing’ my chips). Liz had a vegan sausage and Dijon mustard toastie, but she wasn’t keen on the sausage. Poor choice, rather than the food really.


Sadly, they didn’t have any vegan cakes left today. But they assured us they normally have a good selection.

Overall I’d give this wee place a ten out of ten for effort. The food was gorgeous and the portion size was more than generous.

We’ll definitely be back. Next time we’ll book a table and sample the vegan all day breakfast. But I’ll bring my oatly in my flask as they only have soya milk…and we all know by now that I think soya milk tastes like hell in a cup!