If you have read any of these columns before, then you’ll know I can be bought for approximately the price of a peanut butter sandwich. I mean, I am cheap. Really cheap. Free (don’t show this to my agent).
And I am also pathetically grateful. Like, I feel guilty that I never say ‘Thank you’ to Alexa (actually, sometimes I do). I’m not kidding. It’s weird to talk to someone and not be, you know, nice. It doesn’t feel natural not to say ‘Thank you’. It’s like those irritating scenes in movies when people end a phone call with the words ‘Ok, send me the plans’ and not ‘Bye’ like any sane, normal person would. Also, LOCK YOUR CARS, actors! Honestly. Their insurance premiums must be through the roof.
So when someone goes to the trouble of making some vegan food, they have my unwavering and unconditional love forever. It’s the loveliest thing. I don’t know about you, but I never expect it. There’s always a vegan component to a meal, so it’s very unlikely that you’re going to starve round at someone’s house. Everybody has a packet of pasta or some rice, for goodness’ sake.