Nothing beats a good bit of sausage. A bacon sandwich is a gift from the gods on the mornings that are filled by an alcohol-induced haze. My pesto and mozzarella stuffed chicken breasts have fed many a friend during many a student dinner party. And when I was a wee lass, I pretty much survived on roast chicken and potatoes alone, being far too fussy to eat much else. To put it simply, meat is good, filling and tasty (especially when the horse has trotted off elsewhere).
However, the time has come to see if I can be meat free for an entire month. Together with my good friend Fay (who you can find over on
Food Fables), I'm going to be attempting a meat-free March. Not a sausage nor a fish finger will pass my lips.