I remember reading about six years ago that a vegan cheese and wine evening was being held in a cafe somewhere in, like Canada, or somewhere like that (Canadians: this is a joke, there is NOWHERE like Canada — it’s in continental America, but your dollars have the Queen on, and you talk French. It’s crackers).
Well, crackers, indeed. I snorted at the idea, pompous little noob vegan that I was. Horrrhh horrrhhh horrrh, whatever next, I laughed and spluttered inside my head. YES YES YES I gleefully continued, riffing on it, my little ego running wild, ERMMM YES I WONDER WHAT WINE PAIRS BEST WITH HUMAN MISERY HORRH HORRHH HORRRHHH.