What this means is that I can’t cook for him except in his kitchen, since my kitchen is not kosher.  That’s not only annoying the crap out of me, but triggered some mistrust about the “not good enough” issue that he probably doesn’t deserve.

I avoid religious guys like the plague.  Even though he was giving me supposedly rational reasons, I couldn’t help worrying that this was the beginning of the end.  He assures me that it’s not, and that it’s just that he feels that his recent distress was due to non kosher eating.  We’ll see what happens.  If I catch him eating shrimp, all bets are off.

…but then again, there’s a difference between an occasional indulgence, and how one runs their kitchen.  Fixing up my current kitchen wouldn’t be that hard since I actually have enough kitchen equipment for a small catering service.  I also found out that you don’t have to throw everything out, just boil and scrub them well to “neutralize” them.  Staying organized would be the problem.  I don’t have enough space for things as it is.  If I had to keep milk things and meat things separate, I wouldn’t have where to step in my kitchen.

IMO, the separation bit is an unnecessary step that was made for people who are lazy and don’t clean things properly.  I get psychotic when someone dips bread directly in the hummus container instead of putting some in a bowl.

The other thing that makes me nervous is the idea of having to pay a rabbi to inspect my kitchen.  I don’t want to give money to any organized religion.  So I sincerely hope Fender doesn’t ask that of me.

I hope he comes to his senses.  If not, it’s not such a big deal, but let’s just say that my trust of him will be a little less blind.  I hope this is just a nutrition choice, and doesn’t turn into a wedge that will convince him that I’m not worth staying with because of something other than my own behavior.