Kabul Krud

It’s getting near the end for some of my staff.  Four will redeploy back to the states beginning in a week.  I figured I’d treat them to as real of an Afghan lunch as I could in his place.  I went to the local Afghan rug merchant on base and asked if I could host my office for an Afghan catered lunch in his shop.  Of course said proprietor Rahimi.  The day came and he had a lovely set up in his shop and we sat on the floor, on beautiful Afghan and Persian rugs to eat home-prepared beef and rice, lamb and chicken kebobs, stewed vegetables, stuffed dumplings and tea.  We had a wonderful time and the food was delicious. 

Rahimi and his brother told us of their families which was great, then of their real desires to get out of Afghanistan which put a bit of a damper on things, but who could blame them.  The next morning, not many were in the office and those that were, didn’t smile. It seems the “Kabul Krud” got to seven of the dozen that were at the lunch, but no one knew the extent of the digestive carnage that befell my Finance and Budget shop until the next day.  Word spread fast around camp of our horrors and we soon became a leper colony.  I sent most home to pray at their own porcelain alters.  For four days, I was labeled as the staff killer.  Luckily, they all recovered and now back as productive as ever.   Maybe we can laugh about this someday?