In search of BAErritos [day #2]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

MEXICO DAY 2

Coyoacán is the West Egg of Mexico City. There’s just no question. This delightful borough is a never ending horcrux for adventures, fabulous street food, and wondrous works of art. Día dos was most definitely one for trying new things. Armed with my new phrases ‘no queso, por favor’ and ‘soy vegetarian’, I threw myself into Coyoacán’s seemingly endless street stalls. Today’s highlights include one vegan sope (dope thick tortilla, topped with beans lettuce & chilli), esquites (a Mexican corn snack), and a glorious ‘tlayuda chica sin carne‘ (thin toasted tortilla, topped with black beans, tomato, lettuce and avocado). I also found some glorious, and rather decadent artisan chocolates, from a very sweet Mexican woman who kept plying me with various treats from her shop. What a bae. Another highlight was finally visiting ‘Café El Jarocho’, a Mexican coffee house, which has never been without a queue snaking out the door. Those Coyoacán locals know what’s up. As I waltzed around with my El Jarocho Americano in hand, sunlight streaming onto the path in front of me, I had to remind myself that this was actually December. Mexico, you’re spoiling me. This break up is going to be real tough when I head back home, but for now, I’m basking in the idyll that is Mexico City.

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

MEXICO DAY 2

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Vegan Mayhem in Mexico City [Day #1]

“Yes, I like Piña Coladas and getting caught in the rain,

I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne”

MEXICO DAY ONE

Alright, alright, you caught me out. I am very much into health food and I bloody hate getting caught in the rain. Lemme just say that if my barnet gets even a little damp, y’all are going to need an industrial quantity of frizzease to tame it back to some picture of normality. ¿So, what the cussing ‘ell am I doing quoting Jimmy Buffett on New Years Eve? Well, amigo$, I’m only in bleedin’ Mexico. I’ll be staying in the utterly glorious Coyoacan for the next 11 days, and I thought y’all might want to come along with me. Das right, I’m here to guide you through the festive sounds, decadent sights, opulent feasts, and the uncompromising energy of a city I’ve already fallen a little bit in love with.

Día uno was definitely one to set a precedent for the rest of dis fabulous vacation. After a 4am wake up call, I was treated to 10 hours on a flight with next to nothing that was vegan, which is so not fetch. And before y’all get on my case, I’m British, so I can sure as hell make that happen. Aside from the lack of airborne carbs, the flight was pretty good, except for the bit where I started to watch ‘The Fault in our Stars’ and had to turn it off before the gally next to me asked to change seats, due to the sobbing mess that I turned into. There may have been a few tears, but as the prophet Tracy Breaker famously said, it was more likely to be hay fever. JUST SAYIN’. Fortunately, after surviving on crisps and an obscene amount of black coffee, Atlanta airport was absolute delight in terms of their eateries. I grabbed a glorious vegetarian wrap which was chock full of fresh leaves, and a three bean salad which just about revived me. After ogling at all the vegetarian food, I made it to my gate with 3 minutes to spare and boarded my flight to Mexico City! This one is an even funnier story. They didn’t even have a vegetarian option, though a concerned air hostess pitifully handed me industrial quantities of pretzels and black coffee. Thank you, air hostess, for my inventive supper.

Coyoacan is an absolute dream. It is the most beautiful place. During my first few minutes in the town, I wandered into a fabulous canteen (which had been there since the 1930s!) full of food stalls and bustling punters, all eager for something suitably scrumptious. Now first things first, y’all should know that before I arrived I knew two phrases in Spanish; ‘my name is…’ and ‘where are the toilets’, so hopefully that should give you some context to my adventures. I wandered over to a stall teaming with fresh fruit, said ‘melon’ in some half-arsed Spanish accent and hoped for the best. Goodness GRACIOUS it was divine. This was my elixir of life as I wandered the wonderful streets of the borough, marvelling at the street food & basking in the sunlight. Since then, I’ve tried tamale (bae), raw chocolate water at an artisan coffee house, Mexican sushi, and vegan molletes. My hotel even got soya milk in especially, these Mexicans are just the bae-est of the baes. I can’t wait to see in the New Year in such a glorious place. Happy New Year to each and every one of you!

MEXICO DAY ONE

MEXICO DAY ONE

MEXICO DAY ONEMEXICO DAY ONE

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Vegan Adventures: The Happy Pear!

Hello, you glorious bunch.

THE HAPPY PEAR

I had the absolute delight of escaping the hustle & bustle of Dublin city centre for the delightful idyll of Greystones, County Wicklow. For those of you planning a visit to the Emerald Isle in the near future, you simply cannot miss a trip to this wonderful coastal pocket. And, more importantly, y’all absolutely have to visit The (utterly glorious) Happy Pear. This charmingly named establishment features scrumptious market and entirely wholesome & outrageously delicious kitchen. Self described as a ‘natural food market with soul’, The Happy Pear is one of those gems that you comes across once in a blue moon* (*other clichés are available). Although I only intended to pause at The Happy Pear for a cheeky coffee, I ended up basking in the magnificent sunlight for several hours, with one too many trips to that illustrious kitchen of theirs. Foodies of the World, take this as your warning – it starts with an innocent almond-milk latte and then, before you know it, you’ve relocated to Greystones to feed your Happy Pear addiction.

A rather decadent almond milk latte ft. soup & a mountain of chickpeas!
A rather decadent almond milk latte ft. soup & a mountain of chickpeas!

First things first (I’m the realest), I must have looked like the Cheshire cat upon noticing that their café featured not one, but FOUR different types of non-dairy milk alternatives. How jammy is that? I was utterly thrilled at the thought of my morning coffee getting friendly with some sassy almond milk. I also enjoyed a raw walnut bar, but I’m afraid I’d wolfed it down before I could take a snap. You’ll just have to visit for yo’self to see, or rather sample, what I’m talkin’ bout. After catching a glimpse of their salad counter, I just had to indulge – and my plate was the small option! I think measly portions might just be blacklisted at The Happy Pear.

THE HAPPY PEAR

Salad HEAVEN pt. II
Salad HEAVEN

Since The Happy Pear is also a fabulous natural food market, I obviously had to have a little explore. Their fresh produce gleamed in the sun outside, whilst their market inside featured fresh juices, organic veggies, homemade vegan pesto, just about every seed you could ever need & much, much more. I came home with a selection of goodies,  the highlight of which were some fantastic Irish grapes, which had all but one (lucky me!) sold out!

Fanciest tomatoes in all of Wicklow!
Fanciest tomatoes in all of Wicklow!
SO many fresh goodies!
SO many fresh goodies!
Glorious grapes galore!
Glorious grapes galore!
My fabulous goodies
My fabulous goodies

And as if that wasn’t enough for y’all, The Happy Pear also features a rather sassy system of providing fantastic Wicklow mountain water for it’s customers. In addition to this, I was also warmed by their policy of ‘suspended coffees’ – of which there was a grand total of 39 on offer. Suspended coffees are an anonymous act of charity, stemming from an Italian tradition of buying a pending coffee for whomever may need one. All in all, The Happy Pear was an absolute delight to visit and without a doubt, I’ll be returning in the very near future. Enjoy!

GLORIOUS AD INFINTUM!
GLORIOUSNESS AD INFINTUM!
Glorious Greystones
Glorious Greystones

TREAT YO’ SELF.

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Vegan Roadtrip!

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves”  – Henry David Thoreau

ROADTRIP

If you managed to catch my Vegan a Go-Go post, then you’ll know that one of my greatest fears in committing to a vegan lifestyle was the fear of isolating myself from wonderful gatherings, impromptu supper parties & spontaneous midnight feasts. How wrong I was. And it only took the most bizarre of roadtrips to Wales (of all places) to enlighten myself.

ANYWAY, my Dublin housemate (we’ll call her ‘Ashlee Simpson’ from here on out) and I set off for wonderful Wales one sunny afternoon. We decided on Wales because it seemed exotic enough for us delicate English roses, and it may or may not have had something to do with my powers of persuasion over a very hungover Ashlee Simpson. After a quick pit stop at the services, which had not only Waitrose but also an M&S Food (DEATH BY DECADENCE), we crammed the car full of fruit and primed the speakers (and all surrounding traffic) for a full rendition of ‘Bangerz’.

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“Pembrokshire sounds nice, shall we go there?” chimed Ashlee Simpson halfway through ‘Wrecking Ball’. And so it was. Our course was set. After a couple of hours of driving we decided to have a cutesy picnic on the nearest beach. It was all very Famous Five!

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We had falafel and roasted peppers and hummus and olives and artichoke hearts and cous-cous, all topped off with a lovely baguette (cos CARBZ) and a cheeky bottle of Sol (with lime because I’m fancy). SEE, Vegan AND spontaneous. After frolicking on the sea shore until 11pm (we even dipped our toes in because we’re tough like that) we thought it time to head to our campsite, except for one small thing…the campsite was on the other side of the country. My bad. The next hour was frantically spent driving round a deserted Welsh seaside town, desperately knocking on doors only to be turned away. Turns out there wasn’t any room at the Inn. By some very bizarre twist of fate, we actually ended up in a delightful field behind a chip shop named ‘Buttyland’. You couldn’t make this up.

ROADTRIP

Day 2: After devouring an obscene amount of bananas for breakfast, Ashlee Simpson and I gathered our spirits and headed out for another adventure. I’d found an old childhood spot on the map which I knew would be perfect for a day of basking in the glorious sunlight and being utterly fabulous. But then, by another bizarre turn of fate, google maps decided to take us to a ferry port. Maybe it was trying to tell us something?! Luckily, some very kind ladies gave us directions to the nearest town and we found solace in the sole café serving soy milk. SUCCESS!

ROADTRIP

After letting some much needed caffeine ooze into every cell in our bodies, we laughed about our utterly hopeless situation, and Ashlee Simpson led the way to the nearest hot spot.. which turned out to be a medieval castle. Don’t say I don’t show y’all some culture. I even rode a penny farthing (meant for children but #yolo) thank you very much.

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ROADTRIP

ROADTRIP

We found this vegan protein bar particularly humorous. ‘NOURISHING & REAL’ it declared, obviously as opposed to all those other ‘NOURISHING & FAKE’ protein bars.

ROADTRIP

Our roadtrip was brought to a lovely conclusion as myself and Ashlee Simpson sat in a vacant field in the Breacon Beacons, munching on more fruit, discussing the dairy industry and raw food movement amongst other things. Perfect.

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