I started the Great Vege Experiment a day early, after Talia and Annah came back from a car trip with a shopping bag full of mushrooms. At first I was suspicious, suspecting some kind of psychedelic experiment that would ultimately end up with me gibbering Enochian prophecies in my underwear at 4am in the back of a police van and covered in marmite. But to my vague sense of disappointment, they turned out to be of the standard culinary variety, and were delicious when fried up with a bit of butter, cummin and garlic.
Woe betide the House of Dan though, when a few hours later I discovered that mushrooms, garlic and cummin makes me gassier than the Brussels Beans n' Balloons bar mitzvah. For the next few hours I was surrounded by the kind of emissions that could have kept a family saloon running for months, assuming the family didn't get arrested for killing innocent pedestrians with their unholy exhaust fumes.
That evening I settled on some baked beans and a couple of spring rolls when I went out to see MC and co. at Mao Bar. I felt that the day had gone very well in the food department, and no meat cravings made themselves present. Energy levels were good for the whole day... those mushrooms sure keep a man running, if only on high powered gas.
