Last night Pippa made pita sandwiches for us. We had to shop for groceries to prepare for the feast, and we chose a brand of pitas with which we were hitherto unfamiliar. As she chopped vegetables, crumbled feta, mixed herbs, and toasted pitas, I heard her say, “Hunh!” I inquired as to the cause of her bemusement, and she said, “This must be special pita for seminarians.”
“Why, honey?”
“Because it’s perforated down the middle, to make it easier for them to practice breaking the bread.”