Last Sunday I attended the second annual edition of a Vegan Festival organised by local volunteers of LAV (Lega Anti Vivisezione); an occasion which afforded me the chance of sampling a vegan kebab for the first time in my life!
I’ve been a lacto-vegetarian for over thirty years, for two of these I was a strict vegan.
I recognise that veganism is the logical extension of vegetarianism – if you oppose factory farming methods this has to include milk production and not just the slaughter of animals.
At the same time it’s a notoriously hard position to maintain.
A turning point for me came when I discovered that a clear black pint of Guinness is achieved with the aid of isinglass finings made from fish air bladders. You either turn a blind eye to such information or you deny yourself drinking pleasure for the rest of your earthly days.

Slicing the soya for my first ever vegan kebab
Similarly, to maintain a vegan diet would mean that upon moving to Italy I would have had to forgo the delights of the gelateria and the early morning ritual of cappuccino and cake.
To me this seems to be the gourmet equivalent of flagellation.
Looking at the younger attendees of Veg Fest it occurred to me that the extremity of the diet is one of its appeals. Teenagers like to take strong positions that cause the older (and in their eyes automatically more conservative) consumers to shake their collective heads in disapproval. I don’t doubt that they are genuine in their beliefs but I wonder if they will still be as firm in their principles in 5 years time.
My concern is that by advocating a jump from being a carnivore to veganism without passing through an interim compromise stage of vegetarianism is likely to lead to a switch directly back to meat-eating as the rebels mature and mellow with age.
I respect those who have the willpower and self discipline to maintain a healthy vegan diet but I have no desire to do the same.
The vegan kebab was pretty tasty though!