Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Scrapple

I grew up on scrapple, my folks being from Pennsylvania Dutch country. When we moved to Virginia and Texas, scrapple was available in the market. But in Southern California, it was hard to find.

I didn't rediscover scrapple until young adulthood, and I soon started making my own. I did this infrequently, not an easy chore. I'll never forget the day in grad school I came home to find a pig's head in a box on my porch. Gift from a pig farmer friend for my scrapple!

In old age I abandoned traditional scrapple for a much easier clone, very easy and surprisingly close to the real thing. Then I just started buying it off the Internet.

I was very excited when a Seattle company started West Coast Scrapple, but their quality control has been uneven, especially in texture. Too much liquid. I finally settled on buying the brand most available in stores in my youth, Rapa Scrapple, and I had some this morning, which tasted as good as ever. Scrapple remains a breakfast favorite and staple.


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