So I was explaining to our 8 year old neighbor, who is a vegetarian, that kosher laws require humane treatment of animals and have strict slaughter rules requiring as little pain as possible to the animal. We are what we eat remember. So it’s with fascination that I’ve found myself at the Kosher Cajun Deli looking into their meat and poultry case. Are these grass fed? Yes, the woman behind the counter says. We carry both but those are grass fed. Where does this chicken come from? Etc.
Add another thing to my list of things to be grateful for – I was raised in an orthodox house and ate kosher. That’s not to say there weren’t lapses – I’d eat cheeseburgers when I went out and pepperoni pizza – but for the most part along with my ethnic variety of real and good food, I also had an underpinning of kosher working in my favor.
My obsession with food is not to live longer, or any radical health or philosophical thinking, it’s because I’m obsessed with food nothing more. Yesterday, my colleague sent over a new offering at Denny’s – a fried mozzarella stick sandwich melt – is it possible that this passes for food and costs $4 to boot?