In this week's Free Market Friday post, Robert of Cross Keys contemplates a mixed marriage -- and a mixed cupboard. Here's RoCK. LV
So here we are in Holy Week.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m in a mixed marriage in more ways than one. About 10 years ago when I just started dating my future wife, I went to services with her. I was talking to one of the members and mentioned that I wasn’t Jewish. She responded that was OK, but asked if I was a “D” or an “R.”
Thinking that she was asking about my denomination, I responded that I was an “L” for Lutheran. My future wife said: “Robbie, she’s asking if you are a Republican or Democrat.” When I told her that I was an “R” she was quite saddened. I guess it’s acceptable to date outside the faith, but quite the shonda to date outside the party.
A few months after those services, I experienced my first Passover Seder. In those days, the wife would clean out her kitchen beforehand and send a box of traif over to my parents' house.
Now that we share a home, it is not quite as ... uh … kosher for Passover. This year, as we were preparing the meal we eat during half-time of the Seder, I noticed that in the refrigerator next to the matzo ball soup, the charoset and the gefilte fish mousse was that hardware store ham that has taken up permanent residence in my kitchen. The matzos were kept on a shelf with Irish scone mix, White Lily Flour and Milk-Bones.
I should say that even though there is all this temporarily forbidden food in the house, neither one of us has eaten it. Well, the wife hasn’t eaten it at all. I’ve just abstained from eating what is in the house. All of my lunches this week were at the American Legion, where I’ve ordered ham salad sandwiches, crab soup and shrimp Alfredo.
I do have my own forbidden foods to worry about this week. As I mentioned, I’m Lutheran, albeit a lapsed one. I didn’t grow up with a lot of religious traditions, but my family would abstain from eating red meat on Good Friday. What this meant was that we would all go to McDonald's for Filet-O-Fishes and Chicken McNuggets.
Now, I won’t be having any Filet-O’s or McNuggets, but I will try to steer clear of steer today.
Great, my writing is sinking to the level of puns. All of this food depravity is taking a toll. I’m going to need a week of bacon to recover my wit.
Mr. Jefferson at Passover. Photo courtesy of RoCK