The Vegan Butcher

I am a mutt of the world. I have a lot of nationalities that claim a part of my heritage and in recent years I have gotten into exploring the traditions of my forefathers. An especially fun way to do this is through food.

My Mama and her entire side of the family is Mennonite. Her parents lived with my family for almost my entire childhood, so my brother and I were raised in the Mennonite traditions and saw a lot of the ways of the old world. We were brought up on the (non-vegan) traditional foods, hearing the home German (we call it “Low German”) daily, though we weren’t taught to speak it. I’m still mad about that. (more…)

Today it has been two years since my Opa died. He was a nomadic Mennonite man that was born in the Ukraine, and spent time in different parts of Europe before heading to South America after World War II. In Paraguay he met my grandmother, in Brazil they had my mother, and in 1958 they immigrated to Canada. He and my Oma helped raise me from a young age. (more…)

Toad in the Hole? Bubble and Squeak?! ONION GRAVY?!?!? British foods have the best names! In preparation for my move to jolly ol’ England in 6.5 months, I am continuing my British culinary education tonight with some awesomely-named British food.

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A couple of days before Christmas I baked vegan mince pies and then got too busy to blog about it. I just found this draft that was started on 23 DEC and figured I’d finish it now. Merry Christmas!

I am British. Check my passport if you don’t believe me! My Papa was born in London and I have British citizenship by descent. I have dual citizenship: UK and Canada. Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway, I figured since I was all British and junk that I should start learning how to be so. Pip pip! (more…)