An Israeli soldier, on vacation in the United States, ran into an American soldier. They struck up a conversation and soon were chummy enough to complain about conditions which soldiers of every army, in every era, gripe about. “You can thank G-d you don’t have to eat K-rations,” said the American G.I. “As far as food is concerned, that’s the biggest nothing since the invention of the zero.” “You’re right,” agreed the Israeli. “Why, how do you know?” the American asked. “We have Jewish K-rations in the Israeli Defense Forces,” the Israel answered. “What are Jewish K-rations?” Taking a deep breath, the Israeli said: “kugel, kreplach, kishkeh, kashe, knishes, knaidlach, and katchkeh.” The American laughed and said: “It’s a good thing you guys don’t have dessert.” “We certainly do,” grinned the Israeli: “kichel.”
06/10/2021