What Makes Philadelphia Great!

SCRAPPLE!!! That's what! Sure, the cheesesteak is the big thing, but I found that most people don't even know what Scrapple is! Are you kidding me! It is the single most delicious breakfast meat in America (2nd in the world only to Irelands "Black Pudding").

So, as a public service (as I did back when Dayglo was around), here is a Scrapple Exposé.

This is Scrapple! Note that it is lean, so right there it tells you that it's good for you. It's comparable to how much better Corn PoPs are than Sugar Pops. I believe it was the Bard who said "A sugar cereal by any other "nonsugary" name would taste just as sweet!"

If you zoom in on the picture (zoom function sold separately) you can see the ingredients that make the world go round. Basically, it is pig parts. No, No! Not the should or the loin! The parts they couldn't sell . . . .The Scraps (hence the name). Excuse me, I'm drooling a little just thinking about it.

As you remove the succulent meat (meatlike substance), you will notice a fine patina of gelatinous glaze. This keeps you scrapple moist and ready for the frying pan.

As you slice it down. . . .not too thick now . . . . you can tell the moist enclosure is necessary to keep it from crumbling. I will admit . . .if you got the Farmer's Market, it is more bricklike and really tasty!

Heat up the skillet! Father's Day surprised me a few years ago with the Pampered Chef souble skillet. Very Nice!! You just cook enough of this (or M&M pancakes with a single skillet). Listen . . . . .. You can almost here the sizzle! ~sniff~ ~sniff~ Ooooohhhh, Baby!

Let it crisp up a little on the outside. It's little square medalleons of heaven. If the Jews were really God's chosen people he would have forbidden them to eat pork. . . . .except for Scrapple (That's a joke for any Jewish people that are offended).

"Now what do I do with it?" you may ask. Fry up those eggs, brown up that toast. Ketchup?. . .Yes, Please!

This, my friends, will get you through the day with a smile.

When I originally posted a similar exposé on Dayglo, I followed it up with a visit to San Diego. I brought a package (a brick?) of Scrapple to those Left Coasters. They say that they ate it, but I have my doubts. Conversely, I showed proof of the resiprical agreement fulfilled. The California bunch kept talking about having fish tacos. . . . .That's right, I said Fish Tacos. I was nauseated at the sound. Surprisely, they were very tasty (and completey impossible to get around here). I felt just like the guy from Green Eggs and Ham (No, not Sam I Am . . .the other guy . . . yeesh) I do like fish tacos. Now if they had fish tacos with scrapple on them. . . .That's what I'm talking about!