When I said I hate tomatoes – and mentioned tomato-substitute, Nomato – I got a comment that made me feel like a ketchup bottle getting a shake.
My commentator, Neil Basil (I keep wanting to call him Captain Vegan, but in a nice way) asked: “Why cook a pretend tomato for someone who doesn’t like tomatoes?”
He’s right. In addition, what place does pretend food have when real food is at stake?
I myself am rather snobby about food technology concoctions such as vegetarian mince and – dare I say it? – vegan cheese.
But stop. Before I cast out someone else’s mote, I should pull out mine own beam.
It’s time to confess: I am addicted to a factory-made milk substitute, soya milk. I prefer it to milk which I find too animal-y in a cup of tea.
I feel I cannot justify my love of organic soya (and oat and nut) milks because they are highly processed and come in Tetrapak cartons that are hard to recycle – although not impossible.
One day when I am living in my dream eco-cottage I will make my own soya milk.