Kosher problems

This evening, for dinner, we had chewy steak and bland pasta. I gave myself a spoonful of pasta, tried a strand, and got up from the table. I walked over to the fridge to retrieve the cheese, and was taking it off of the shelf when my mom came into view. She told me to put the cheese back into the fridge, and that I wasn't to eat the cheese at this meat meal. Mom's Kosher, you see. Really wants me to be Kosher too, but I'm not. I don't think that she really gets that. So I tell her, look, You don't have to eat the cheese, you can do all of your Kosher stuff, but see, I'm not Kosher. So I was about to go back to the table with the cheese when the mom is like, no, you cant have cheese when the rest of the family is eating milk, and I;m pretty upset about this. I mean, not that I don't get the cheese, Sure I'd like it, but I wouldn't get upset about that, no, but my mom, she's like forcing me to be Kosher. The worst part is, she won't admit it. She gives a million and one excuses, but when you get down to it, abolishing cheese for my pasta just because she's eating steak, well, I consider that forcing me to be Kosher. See, I haven't got anything against Kosher, I mean, I think it's sorta pointless, but I don't mind other peoples doing it, but me? No. Sorry, not interested. And it really drives me nuts that me own mom wants to force me into it. And not admit it. I think I'll stop here, before I begin ranting and raving again. Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny