Bread

I was at a Greek bakery north of Pape and Danforth trying to buy white bread.

So I asked the girl at the counter, "May I have some white bread, please?"

She said, "We are all out."

But I saw some behind the counter. They were poofy, round loaves with a star of flour on the top.

So I said, "Can I have one of those poofy ones?" She looked at me strangely.

So I pointed.

And she said, "Those are for the church."

So I bought sesame seed bagels instead.

But I still wonder what she meant.