
Most people adopt the religious practices of their parents. I certainly did. I went to church practically every Sunday until I left for college, and then told my parents I needed to find what was right for me. Nearly a decade later, the practice that ended up being right was going to shul (or an independent egalitarian minyan) practically every Shabbat.
But becoming Jewish isn’t an easy task – especially without having the natural guide of Jewish family traditions to rely on. There are some really tough choices in daily practice that one must make. My toughest to date has been the practice of kashrut.Just ask my rabbi, I’m really good at making very plausible excuses of why I’m not yet keeping kosher. My roommate would never respect a kosher kitchen, I would never go to my parents’ house and tell them I was unable to eat off their dishes (the same dishes I’d been eating off of since I was a kid)…I have been trying to learn more about kashrut – all of the intricacies and nuances (like cheese, I hadn’t known cheese could be kosher, or not). I look for hekhshers on items I buy, and I generally try to stick to pure, unprocessed foods that would be de facto kosher like (most) fresh fish and vegetables anyway. So I’m happy to cook kosher-style even if my kitchen has at one time or another produced meals that would not receive rabbinical approval.
But to be perfectly honest, I really like some treif foods – a hard saucisson sec on a cheese plate, or the fresh brininess of raw oysters, or dim sum in Chinatown – these things really have no substitute. And I even fantasize about what it would be like to have a meal with Anthony Bordain.
So what’s a girl to do? I was raised eating ham and cheese sandwiches, but now must I shun the lobster because I have chosen to convert to Judaism? And how do I wean myself off the enjoyable occasional shellfish and pork habit? And what do I tell my parents? They might be okay with not cooking up bacon when I visit, but I don’t think I would ever feel comfortable trying to impose any other kitchen and dining restrictions on them.
At the moment I have resigned myself to accepting my life as it is. I have Christian parents whom I love for who they are and the way they raised me. I don’t have a kosher kitchen, but that could always change – after all, I am in the market for a new roommate.

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