I'm not a vegan. I have a hard time with a philosophy that prevents me from eating cheese, or even worse, lobster (take that, all you non-pescatarian vegetarians!). Besides, I have little to no will power as it is. I can't just suddenly ban whole food groups permanently from my diet. I'd never, ever last.
Call me weak. Or call me a pragmatist. And then insert hackneyed joke here. At any rate, it makes no sense for me to love Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romero's book, Veganomicon, as much as I do. Perhaps it's because Moskowitz and Romero make me forget about what I'm giving up and concentrate instead on all the new ways I can non-carnivorously enjoy food.
But I'm still a tough case. I have a tendency to think, when I make their recipes, how much better they would be if I could throw a little something in from the off-limits column. That's not to say the vegan food from this book isn't good on its own--it really and truly is--but for those of us ground so far down in that meat-loving rut, it's a paradigm shift that's hard to imagine our way into.
Bacon, I just can't quit you.