We’re so frum, we kasher our toothbrushes between dairy and meat.
Har har. Actually, Ella had strep and the doctor suggested we boil the toothbrushes. But we do keep a kosher kitchen. At least, we consider it kosher. Most of the friends I know from my yeshiva days would not eat in our house. We do buy only kosher meat, and we do keep separate dishes and utensils for meat and milk. To me, that’s pretty darn kosher.
And then there’s my husband. Who is not Jewish. Who has his own little set of dishes, a frying pan, and free-access to the outdoor grill so that he can have his occasional trayf fix. And he gets to eat it, right at the very same table!
It’s pretty crazy, I know, and quite honestly, I’m not always sure why I bother. But that’s the great thing about homeshuling. It really only has to be ok for the people who live in my home.
Shabbat Shalom!