Scrapple - It Tastes Like Home
I am home for the holidays - home being South New Jersey - without my husband this year. And though I love my husband, I must say it is rather nice being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want without him looking over my shoulder. And whatever I want can be taken quite literally when describing what I ate this morning - scrapple.
Scrapple is a breakfast treat I get when I'm home. You can't really get it on the west coast - or anywhere really besides places close to Pennsylvania since its considered a food of the Amish. It's a treat to head to the Amish market on Thursdays and pick up meaty treats like beef sticks, pork roll and of course scrapple from mild-mannered girls in long dresses and bonnets.
I was always told scrapple was the "scraps" of the pig, just a loaf of mush that you slice up and fry in a pan until golden brown. Scrapple is typically made of such parts of the pig as the head, heart, liver, and other scraps, which are boiled with any bones and sometimes the head to make a broth - basically it contains everything from a pig except the oink
To some, okay let's be honest, most thinks this sounds disgusting and wouldn't think twice about eating it. And, I agree, it does sound gross when describing it like above. I wouldn't say it is my favorite breakfast meat, it definitely doesn't beat bacon, but I would put it higher on the scale than sausage. It's a regional treat that reminds me of home. When I eat it, I think of home. I think of my mom and I buying it at the Amish market, I think of my dad cooking it up for me in the morning and I think of sitting around eating it with my family while home for the holidays.
So yes, scrapple might be gross and disgusting to most, but to me it tastes like home.