Parve
I am dog sitting at a house that has a kosher kitchen. Which means this kitchen has two of everything; a dairy sink and a meat sink, dairy oven and meat oven, dairy microwave and meat microwave, and so on. I've been having fun playing house here- today I cleaned the dining room and bedroom, did some laundry, enjoyed sitting in air conditioning I'm not paying for, and entertained guests. I am being very careful with the kosher stuff because I know how serious the homeowner takes her new kosher lifestyle. I've been cautious to wash used utensils in the proper sinks, and load the dishwashers with the correct segregated plates and cooking materials.
At first I found kosher living to be a bit novel, but I soon realized I was taking it quite seriously, and possibly a bit out of hand, as I freaked out last night when Jessica accidentally placed some cheese on the meat counter. I gasped "No!!!" and lunged for the cheese the second she put it down. Happy with my save, I turned around and noticed Jessica and Adam looking at me in horror and that's when I knew I officially exceeded crossing the kosher border.
So now I'm super Jew and separate my meat and dairy. It'll make more more of a chosen chosen person and get me into heaven faster, or something like that. However, I doubt I can give up eating shrimp, oysters, or crab legs. So, I guess, Sorry God.
At first I found kosher living to be a bit novel, but I soon realized I was taking it quite seriously, and possibly a bit out of hand, as I freaked out last night when Jessica accidentally placed some cheese on the meat counter. I gasped "No!!!" and lunged for the cheese the second she put it down. Happy with my save, I turned around and noticed Jessica and Adam looking at me in horror and that's when I knew I officially exceeded crossing the kosher border.
So now I'm super Jew and separate my meat and dairy. It'll make more more of a chosen chosen person and get me into heaven faster, or something like that. However, I doubt I can give up eating shrimp, oysters, or crab legs. So, I guess, Sorry God.