For almost a year I had to live with a vegan. Not just a regular vegan, but a born again Vegan with a capital V who converted in her 30s, I’m sure as an attention getting ploy. She made sure everyone knew she was a vegan and had watched animal cruelty videos Anyone who still consumed any kind of meat or dairy product was a lesser human being than her. She loved going to restaurants and berating the staff for the lack of vegan options and demanding they create dishes for her.

S0….I would get up early at least once a week and make cinnamon buns, scones, buttermilk biscuits, French toast, bacon cheddar muffins etc. I’d fill the kitchen and the whole house with the smell of delicious buttery goodness. Then I’d clean up everything and take the baked goods with me to work or give them away to friends. The only thing lingering was the smell of fresh baked goodness. You know when you go to a mall and can smell the cinnamon roll store? It was like that, and she couldn’t say anything because there was no trace of evil dairy around the kitchen, just the delicious after odour that lingered for hours.