I don’t really have words for how annoyed I am by the sanctimonious Mark (needs-to-get-a-dictionary) Bittman’s Vegan Before Dinnertime. Fortunately I don’t have to, because Dr. Mary Martin has them for me. Maybe Bittman, Michael Pollan and Peter Singer could all get together over a nice pile of foie gras and butcher the meaning of vegan a bit more.
