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Mistaken Identity

A good mashgiach learns to trust his feelings. Hashem sends them, directly from Heaven

As told to Chaya Rosen

Do you remember I told you about the time I woke up in the middle of the night and drove to a bakery, where I discovered the workers baking bread with uncertified, very milchig cheese? Do you remember how I told you that mashgichim learn to trust their instincts and the feelings Hashem sends them? Here’s another example.

Funnily enough, this was also a bakery. But the strange feeling came in the afternoon instead of in the middle of the night. I got a very strong feeling that I need to check on that bakery ASAP. The bakery was closed at that hour; as I mentioned, many bakeries start production at around 2:00 a.m. in order to get freshly baked products to supermarkets, stores, and restaurants by morning, and then, after a thorough cleaning up, wind down for the day by around 1:00 p.m. There was no reason for me to think that anyone would be there during mid-afternoon.

That didn’t deter me, and I drove off, honoring the feeling that Hashem sent me. When I arrived, I saw that the lights were out and the place was deserted — just as it should be at that hour. But I went in anyway. And there, inside, were two men baking a sweet French bread called brioche. Brioche is a bread similar to challah — with one major difference. Brioche is made with butter. Lots and lots of butter. Butter is dairy; the bread we certified at this bakery was not. Unsupervised dairy, as you know well by now, is chalav stam. They were putting butter, chalav stam butter, in our pareve-kosher-certified bread. They claimed they weren’t; they said they were making it for their wives. That was a lot of bread for two women. I wonder how much brioche they go through!

Like I said, a good mashgiach learns to trust his feelings. Hashem sends them, directly from Heaven.

Here’s another brand-new story (in fact, it’s so new that it doesn’t even have an ending yet). A rav emailed me a picture of a product and asked me if I know where it is manufactured. I realized he was worried about something, but I didn’t know what — the hashgachah on the product was not mine, nor was the rav connected to that kashrus agency. Using the production code on the packaging, I was able to figure out where it was made (those are the kinds of things you learn as you gain experience in the field). But it was strange, as the factory where this product was seemingly produced did not manufacture this particular item. I told that to the rav and then asked him, “This isn’t my hashgachah, and it’s not your hashgachah. Can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

The rav said that the product gave him a bad feeling. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he was concerned. Something felt wrong, and the rav felt that he needed to check it out.

There are still many people trying to work through this, but it looks like someone may have stolen the use of the hashgachah’s stamp — which is forbidden by law as well as by halachah, of course. It seems the label may have been falsely used on what may very well be a treif product.

Hashem Yeracheim. The moral of the story: Trust your gut, and ask your parents to get kashrus alerts, as most hashgachos send out alerts when they discover problems.

 

Fun Fact: It takes 21 pints of milk to make a pound of butter

 

(Originally featured in Mishpacha Jr., Issue 890)

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