We need to talk about what we eat for Christmas

This week I sat at the long table at the Food Top 100 of our FavorFlavjes, then you discover that you really know nothing about food. How well something should be cooked, how crumbly the bread, how to cook a fast food burger... Niente, I was a layman among the great chefs.

A blood sausage in a pastry crust, some duck liver with the pure chocolate smear on the plate; it was an experience. I tasted everything, because I believe that you can only say you don't like something (don't find it tasty) if you know how it tastes. After this experience of eating meat, I want to talk to you about the commotion surrounding the vegetable Christmas issue of Allerhande.

Before I start, you should know that I eat meat. Fish too. Vegetables. Cheese. I fry eggs. So don't think that someone who only licks a green asparagus writes this. You can also see that in my physique, being an omnivore. But Christmas and Allerhande, what is the worldwide web getting worked up about.

Let me explain it to you. Twitter is exploding because the team of Allerhande decided to embrace vegans. Now my Christmas is complete when I see my mother-in-law running around with a meat thermometer. Yes, that sounds a bit absurd, but that meat thermometer means she turns and bastes the roast beef from butcher Frank in the cast iron pan every twenty-five minutes. But now the internet is angry at Allerhande because it is all too vegetarian responsible, too vegan. The net misses meat, roasts, joints, and fillets on the Christmas menu.

People, is it the week in which we are angry at the magazines? After VARA, now Allerhande is on the spit. Figuratively speaking, of course, because there was no spit to be seen in the Christmas edition of the magazine, which makes it angry and noted. Don't worry too much, it's just a suggestion from them, and how we should turn that roast à la Jamie Oliver, we know that by now, right? You can easily prepare and serve a little cauliflower in puff pastry. And bring on that cheese board pie afterwards or that beet carpaccio beforehand. Sounds good to me. And hats off, Allerhande, all of Holland puts you on the table at Christmas, that has made the fuss quite clear.