BP-Totty; Speaking of (live-in) “Nisht Yiddishe” help. (And the dire consequences in Kashrus). I was once invited to a (semi public) Kiddush in someone’s house. The lady of the house was not present. The P. Goyte walks over to the dairy cabinet in the kitchen, taking out some plates, ready to serve Cholent. At the last moment, the son of the family walks in. He redirected the “Server” to the Meat cabinets. Saving everyone from disaster. With that ethnic group, I’m certain it was done deliberately. Because it wasn’t the first day on the job for that individual.
