Sometimes you get a craving that just will not be denied.
Sure, I guess I could try to utilize the vegan mayo I just bought–only because it was marked down to $3.00 from $7.00––but the good Southern gal in me (no matter where I might have grown up) knows there’s just no way that pre-shredded vegan “cheese” will ever get the melty creaminess of grating extra sharp cheddar by hand.
[Don't think I'm not planning to try it out though...when daiya goes on sale, of course.]P.S. Why do I find such joyous delight in the moment you lift up the box grater and all the cheese tumbles out?And there’s just no getting around the need for the real deal sometimes. [Well, fine, a slightly healthier-if-you-squint-when-you-look-at-it "real deal."]And generic accompaniments just won’t do; you simply MUST splurge on the name brand dippers.The reason I could never be 100% vegan my entire life?