Pumpernickel Bread_My Dad, would sometimes come home on a Saturday morning with a big round loaf of black bread that he called pumpernickel. He always offered me a pumpernickel sandwich, but it was too exotic for me. It had a crunchy crust & a strange earthy smell. It came home in a crisp paper bag. It wasn't pre-sliced. It was strange to my childish sensibilities. Dad would joke sometimes and say," I'll give a nickel if you can spell it!", as he cut a couple slices of the dense dark bread.