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Fancy Being Labelled?
15/06/2022
A little while back, I read a post by a well-known blogger, whom I truly respect and whose undoubtedly inspiring life story I admire. Recently, her contributions are teeming with vegan and vegetarian recipes, which is a sign that the world trend has finally entered our pond.
Whether for environmental reasons, climate protection, innocent animals, or your health. Everything would be in order if the fashionable line didn't intervene: "I'm neither vegan nor vegetarian because I don't like labels..." Is it really a shame to call things their real names? And is it such a shame to sign up for a pious movement for healthier, greener and more ethical eating? I don't want to wear any labels on my forehead... What if I change my mind? And isn't it simply inconvenient? Today it suits me, but if I get a taste for pork schnitzel tomorrow?
Or another popular excuse, "I'd rather taste the well-done chicken than offend the host." You better go somewhere else. If you do not have the courage, will or strong beliefs, I understand it. But just wielding the fact that you don't want to hold onto vegan principles not to accidentally find yourself wearing a tag is, in my opinion, stupid. Either I am one or not. This cannot be done just halfway while waiting peacefully for the fashion trend to be "uprooted". I think the main reason is the fear of losing the audience, the fear of social damnation and their own weakness. On the other hand, every action leading to a plant-based diet (intentionally not writing "vegan") counts. But I am not afraid, and I'll continue sticking the label proudly on my forehead: I am a VEGAN.
Now to a different topic. I enjoy spending time in our cafe and observing the people around. I always watch, whether our customers are satisfied with the offers and service. Sometimes I inadvertently happen to hear a conversation from the next table. A few days ago, there were two ladies chatting in French. Perhaps they were discussing the chocolate cake or almond milk latte.
That wasn't any strange until they said their goodbyes. Instead of "Salut!" or "Au revoir", as expected, they said, "Tak nashle, příští týden!" (Czech for "see you next week"). For a moment I'd sat still with my mouth open before I realised that it's a new thing - teaching foreign languages in cafés. A brilliant idea indeed, and if only I had just a little more time, I would order a French lesson right now. If you're interested, here's a link where you can book a class, for instance, in our café.
Beautiful spring days to you!
Sincerely yours,
Mirka MyRaw