When one in nine people in the world are chronically undernourished, being quite this focussed on what you won’t eat can almost seem spoiled.
“I can’t eat this. I’m a vegan,” my mate said as the waiter plonked our dessert down on the table.
I had no idea what she could possibly mean: it was raw, egg-free, dairy-free chia pudding, wasn’t it?
But apparently, that dessert contained white sugar. And apparently, some white sugar is a vegan sin, because it gets its colour from a refining process involving bone char. I know this because my friend told our entire table, very loudly, as the rest of the restaurant watched on with bewilderment.
Now, I admire my friend in many ways. But as she sat there, disgruntedly awaiting a replacement dessert, a thought crossed my mind: This is getting ridiculous.