A question that has befallen me a surprising number of times surrounding my veganism is: “Would you ever cook meat for your significant other?”, and while the answer is always a resounding “no”, many often follow this up with the all too familiar “what about eggs?”.
Truth be told, this one has given me a moment for pause in the past.
Why? Well, firstly because I used to be pretty damned good at making eggs if I do say so myself, scrambled in particular a la Gordon Ramsey with a ton of butter and creme fraiche (my arteries are constricting just thinking about it). But mostly because if my SO were trying to cut out the majority of animal products from their diet but only ate eggs, I would find that a lot easier to get on board with than a bevvy of steaks and fillets (read: dead animal carcasses) being grilled in the same kitchen I prepare my own food in. Basically – if I had to, I could live with eggs.