A New Tradition

The lady in front of me was slowly pulling a bunch of food stuffs from the basket of her handicap scooter, placing them one-at-a-time on the check-out belt when she said to the clerk:

--"I've got fixin's here for pepperoni bread for thirty people."

--"That makes you Italian?" I asked.

--"No," she replied. "When we first moved to Virginia, a neighbor brought some pepperoni bread over on Christmas Eve and it just made our Christmas. Now we have it every Christmas Eve with some wine."

--"She was Italian."

--"Yes."

I'd never heard of pepperoni bread, even being a quarter Italian. Sounded like calzone to me.