Parashat Re'eh: Kashrut? A Question for the Ages
I can't recall if the following took place on a Boeing 737 or 757, but it was your typical charter flight-type of airplane. I don't sit next to the window as I'm not particularly fond of heights (which is strange granted that I've been blessed to fly to numerous destinations) and I hadn't managed to secure the aisle seat. I was therefore squashed in the middle of my row. The one to the left of the single aisle that ran down the centre of the plane. All was fine if I didn't need to stretch my legs or use the facilities. Cruising at an altitude of 37,000 feet allows you to relax whilst praying that you don't have a child directly behind you kicking your seat for the entire journey. If you've had that one answered, the next is the hope that it isn't a screaming baby instead. Nestled relatively comfortably in my seat, my attention was drawn to the stewardess who asked me if I had requested a Kosher meal. I answered in the affirmative and sh