I
had a bagel for breakfast today. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal. Maybe not the wisest choice, given the tagline of my blog– but not such a big deal, either.
Except that I’m Jewish, it’s Passover, and I’m not supposed to be eating bagels. I’m supposed to be eating Matzoh. So I’m feeling a bit guilty. Mind you I don’t feel guilty the rest of the year when I eat cheeseburgers (I’m not “supposed to” mix milk and meat), lobster (no bottom feeders, either), or fry up some bacon on a Saturday morning. (Too many “not supposed to’s” to count.) I’m not a religious person at any time during the year. My husband and I even belong to a Humanistic Synagogue, which celebrates and affirms the cultural and ethnic aspects of Judaism, without all the higher power stuff.
I’m not kosher ; I almost never go to synagogue (even the Humanistic one); and though my family and I do celebrate Shabbat most Friday nights, it’s about a two-minute ceremony, after which I may serve roast loin of pork. Seriously.
And yet.
I feel guilty for eating a bagel. -Click to read more about what a bad, bad, Jew I am!>


















