sarameg, this is the clearst explanation I could find:
But of mammals that are kosher, not all of their parts necessarily are. The sciatic nerve, for example, and its related arteries, are not permissible to eat. But because the process of removing them from the animal's hind quarter is so labor-intensive and time-consuming, it's not worth the trouble and cost to go through this procedure. So, at least in America, the hind quarters are considered unkosher -- which means cuts such as sirloin, T-bone, and filet mignon are not eaten.
That's a drag, ita. I'm sorry.
Not that it helps you at the moment, but is the lesson plan something you can reuse at least?
Thanks! That makes more sense than my poop parts explanation. I'm afraid all my kosher/not-kosher explanations come from the childhood friend's grandmother, who limited it to "Do NOT put that on the table. Here, eat this. Change the tablecloth now. The dishes do not go THERE!
muttermutter
." She was an awesome cook, and really loved having us over for elaborate meals while the family was on sabbatical, but patience for the borderline quakers' lack of knowlege was not her strong point.
Sarameg, that sounds just like my Great-Aunt M, and she didn't even keep kosher! She was just really cranky around children.
He'll ask what my lesson plan was. His call if we use it next week.
AAA is here. I should be off soon. Bless Volks and their full spares.
Krav, here I come!
Hope you get to use it next week then. Happy... or, rather, kick-ass kravving to you.
At least AAA came soon, ita. But STILL.
My impression of a lot of kosher/religious practices is, "Well, to make 100% sure we're following the rule, we'll go like five steps beyond, just to be on the safe side." Is that fair, you think?
Grandma F
was
cranky around kids, though she could also be incredibly sweet. I actually think her crank was largely driven by the household being constantly in a state of controlled chaos , while she'd run her family with an iron fist (she was always grumping about how on earth she'd raised a kid to be an
hippy artist of all things!)
She really didn't know how to deal. As a kid, I thought she was kinda scary. In retrospect, nsm. Adrift, sure.
My impression of a lot of kosher/religious practices is, "Well, to make 100% sure we're following the rule, we'll go like five steps beyond, just to be on the safe side." Is that fair, you think?
Yep. There's even a Talmudic term for it: building a fence around the Torah. So, for instance, if you're not allowed to hammer in a nail on Shabbat, it's safest to set your traditions up so you don't even pick up the hammer.
