My switch to a meatless diet was surprisingly painless. Yet there’s one part of my shameful past that I still miss a decade later: Beef burgers. Not those pompous grass-fed patties on brioche buns. Those poseurs can remain on their (*shudder*) wooden chopping boards. What I truly yearned for was the most basic of burgers: the type of greasy garbage that makes you look like a bag of milk. The taste, the smell, the carpet bombing of my internal organs… those mouth-watering experiences had become mere memories. Until, that is, the arrival of the plant-based revolution. The uprising is now…

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