My neighbors are Muslim and don't eat pork. It's never been a big deal. I am just careful about what I feed their kids when they come over to play. These days the girls are getting sneaky (and I'm pretty sure they came up with this together...)
I was fixing lunch last week when Schatz and Chuku came into the room to tell me something important.
Chuku (age 5): Miss Jamie, I'm allowed to eat pork now.
Schatz: Yes, her dad says it's okay now.
Me (skeptically): Oh, yeah?
Chuku: Yes, so I can have pepperoni and bacon and stuff when I come over for lunch.
Me: Okay, but I'm still probably going to check with your dad before I feed you pork.
Chuku (getting nervous): You don't need to talk to my dad.
Me: I kind of do, Chuku.
Chuku: Well. He doesn't really like to talk about it. It hurts his feelings. He says we can eat pork as long as we don't TALK about it. So I can have the pork, but you don't have to tell him about it.
Me (chuckling a little): It doesn't really work that way, Sweetie. We can't lie to your dad. That's not being honest.
The conversation then turned to honesty and why it's okay to not eat pork...but this part has stuck with me all week.
This Ham is NOT Burned!
1 year ago