If I were a superhero, my name would be Bracciole-Man. My costume would include hightop Converse Allstars and a pair of oven mitts. My cape would smell like calzones. Indeed, I might just hum "I Got The Horse Right Here" as I battle crime and supervillains. So there.
 
Too bad that supermarket didn't have a a foldout that read " Try and Beat Our Meat...Prices". Or even "Pork Your Wife...Will Enjoy Broiling.