I can’t stand them. My Mum has insisted on me eating this vegetable bake she made.

It’s not that I hate vegetables, it’s that I think vegetables are there only to enhance a meal, not to be the meal itself. I spend the whole time poking around the meal looking for something that might even resemble meat. Something that won’t just turn into mush the moment it touches my teeth.

Meat is needed to complete a meal. If it weren’t for the morality issue, I’m quite...