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The Bogan Vegan

I grew up in Adelaide. In a family that loved their meat and three veg, Sunday roasts and seafood smorgasbords. However, the transition from meat eater to vegan was relatively easy for me. I started off stationed at the Mock-Meat-is-Good-Meat Camp. This meant that I could replicate all of my cherished childhood meals. It was safe, easy and comfortable. A few years in, it was evident that I didn’t care for camping, both literally and in this loose metaphor, and felt it was time to move into the Fresh Veggie Hotel. I frequented markets and experimented cooking with every different vegetable I could find. I’m proud to say that there was not a faux duck pancake or mock meat satay stick in sight! After a few months, and feeling more confident, I checked out of the Veggie Hotel and rented a house in Baking Lane. I found vegan baking to be more challenging than expected. I hated science at school and found that baking was all about the chemistry (and sometimes physics, but who knows - I hated science). That being said, I learned a lot from my failures. Most of them tasted like amazing, delicious, gooey failures! At this point in time, I am drifting lovingly through the high seas of Vegan cooking. And just like every sailor who is married to the sea, I’m not ready to settle down quite yet. That being said, I think it’s important to remember your roots. While there are a million frou-frou vegan blogs with amazing photos of food porn and detailed directions, I felt there was an integral blog that was missing. Something that ties my blue-collar AFL-loving Adelaide upbringing to my current life living in latte loving inner city Melbourne. This is the Bogan Vegan.

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