They were screaming at each other in Hebrew. My head swung back and forth between them, my eyes wide. Two minutes on the job and I was already questioning my judgment committing to working on a kibbutz in Israel.
Yosie, the man I'm standing with in the photo ran the "meat" side of the kitchen. My boss Tzila ran the "dairy" side of the kosher kitchen. I was living on a religious kibbutz in between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. My job six days a week preparing dairy meals served at breakfast and the evening for around 800 kibbutz members.
I was very nervous on the first day of the job as I watched the two head chefs hollering at each other with such intensity. I couldn't help but whisper to Tzila later, "what were you fighting about?"Read More