I Ate A Crab Knish While Talking Treyf At Jewish Banquet
“Am I a bad Jew?” I ask myself, finishing off a third miniature bacon-peanut butter pie. I might, under other circumstances, be able to brush the feeling of guilt away. But the bacon pie is just one of many treyf (Yiddish for non-kosher) bites I have delighted in tonight. I have happily scarfed down pulled…