Shabbat dinner

For a pro-substitute counterpoint to this post, read Food & Wine Editor Emma Goss' take on almond milk.

I keep a kosher home and in general, I enjoy it. My husband, male that he is, tries to rationalize kashrut whenever it comes up in conversation by talking about Trichinosis in Ancient Times and all that jazz, but I don't feel the need.

A month after we met, my future husband Michael and I took our first camping vacation near New Hope, PA. The flower, the trees and yes, the romance, were all in full bloom. We walked the quaint town's shop-lined streets, hiked some local mountains (fine, hills) and told one another our dreams for the future.

That is, until suddenly and without warning, I became utterly uncommunicative.