Food Differences

It is not easy to be involved in someones else life.
Last year, an American teacher came to my house to spend the weekend.
She is an old and really caring lady. She explained to me that she needed to have some food every three hours in order to take her pills. I told her that if I did not be around, she could look for something to eat around my kitchen.
Next day, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and she told me that she had breakfast two hours ago. She congratulates me by the quality of costarrican pepperoni. She told me that it was so soft that she did not have to cook it. She just had it as it was. I was concern because I did not buy any pepperoni. There were just hot dogs at the fridge. Then, she told me that she understood why we have so many pepperoni. I had to ask her to show me that famous pepperoni. She went to my fridge and she opened this litle drawer and there it was: two and a half rounds of SALCHICHON... she had cut it in small rounds and ate it as pepperoni. I had no heart to explained to her that we never eat it raw. And if we have so many of it was because every Saturday night my husband makes some kind of BBQ. Of course, not that Saturday night.