Beef jerky...not in France!

During our break in class today, a fellow student (she's from Kentucky; why she's in Israel is beyond me) and I were talking about things we miss from the States. Topics ranged from hair products (such as Redken), moisturizers, makeup, and of course, food. You can't find chunky Jif peanut butter, paper here has only two holes, of course on the right side, you can't find Bic mechanical pencils, nor can you find Jello (fake Jello, not the real stuff). This girl mentions that her mother sends her packages of food each month, the most recent containing mini bags of peanut M & M's and 5 bags of beef jerky. A French girl sitting with us proceeds to ask what beef jerky is. Kentucky pulls out a bag (voila!) and hands a piece to the French girl.

Kentucky: You like cow right?
France: Like moo? Basar (meat in Hebrew)? Yes.
Kentucky hands French girl a piece.
French girl nibbles on it.
France: You know what zis reminds me of? What I give to my dog in ze evening.
Shayna: That's the point.

All is well.