Rummaging through my back catalogue, I see it has been over two years since I last shared a recipe with you. And it wasn’t a recipe, really, anyway, it was just a sandwich. Although it was pretty good. All roasted aubergine and smoked fake gouda.
And ordinarily, I wouldn’t bother you with a sandwich, but on discovering this one, I feel like I have a duty, a moral obligation to try to bring this phenomenon to as much of the vegan world as I possibly can.
What do you miss from the non-vegan life you probably used to have? I’ve talked previously about fish sauce. And, recently, I thought of another one. And forgive me my sins, because the thought of the original now makes me feel sad and queasy. But I remember the enjoyment of it. I remember the hit of protein, the almost lacy, crispy edge, and the yolk as you sank your teeth in deeper. The comparative greasy blandness of it, cut through with some tangy ketchup. Ohhhhh. And it has to be awful white bread. Ideally with a chewy crust. That proper bread from a bakery, the kind that sells luridly-coloured cakes that look like runover frogs and stuff.