Yankel the pauper was ecstatic.
The wealthiest man in town, Zelig, had invited him to his daughter's wedding.
Yankel was dreaming of all the sumptuous foods he will eat.
In his foolishness, he decided to fast for 3 days in order to "build up an appetite".
The day of the wedding arrived, but Yankel could not move - he was about to faint. His wife said, "you must eat now!" and she prepared him a "meal" of moldy bread and rotten vegetables, some onions and oil. Uchh.
Yankel comes to the wedding smelling from bad breath, his food coming up from his stomach.
The waiters serve the finest entrée.
Yankel says,
"uchh, it taste like mold".
"The soup tastes rotten".
"The steak tastes like old moldy onions".
The people around him finally say,
"YOU TASTE AND SMELL MOLDY AND ROTTEN!"
"THE FOOD HERE IS DELICIOUS!"
MY DEAREST FRIENDS,
TORAH & MITZVOS BRING A JEW TO THE GREATEST JOY POSSIBLE. SO WHY DON'T WE FEEL IT? Hmmm... Maybe we are filling up on Yankel the beggar's meal.