The Road to Kosher
Laurence Simon, blogging at Meryl's, discusses the merits of changing up your hamburger selection:
Imagine there’s no ketchup. No mustard, too.
So my burger didn’t have mustard. Or ketchup. Or mayo. Or tomatoes.
Just pickles, onions, and two things I won’t mention since this is supposedly a Kosher blog.
Of course, I read this last, and it reminds me of the big trigger that shifted me to faux kosher - and why one shouldn't tempt the Almighty. A few years ago, about the only nod I gave to kosher was not eating pork (for a few years before that I left an exception for Mary Chung's Suan), and, if pressed, I'd note that the commandment stipulated that one shouldn't boil a kid in its mother milk. Nothing in there about cheeseburger. If Adonai didn't want me to consume a cheeseburger, He'd give me a clear sign.
I'll note that one shouldn't taunt the Almighty. A few years ago, I developed an allergy to dairy proteins. No milk. No cheese. And certainly, no cheeseburgers. The next time you feel the urge to ask Adonai for a clear sign, don't.
