A cosmic conspiracy to get one man to keep kosher.
For some Jews, keeping kosher is an integral part of their spiritual connection. For me, it just seemed plain weird. I always thought that it would take nothing short of a miracle to convince me it was a viable option. But life sure does have its surprises…
A few years ago, my wife and I moved from Johannesburg to Los Angeles to further our careers in film and television. At the same time, we decided to learn more about our Jewish roots. We found the ideas and philosophy amazingly powerful.
But liking the concepts is a lot different than living them — that usually involves some kind of change in one’s life — and who likes to change?
The advice we got from everyone was to start out slowly. Pick a mitzvah you’re comfortable with and then grow gradually.
I decided I’d work on “do not murder” for a year or two, and then take it from there. Great idea. I decided I’d work on “do not murder” for a year or two, and then take it from there.
But my wife, Genevieve, had other ideas. She was already talking about koshering the kitchen.
“Are you nuts!?” I shrieked. “What will we eat? We’ll starve to death!” I tried to appeal to her sense of reason.
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