I’ve actually seen “scrapple” at the grocery store, but that was a sausage-shaped loaf of hydrated corn meal, bacon grease/lard, and the barest whiff of seasoning to make it resemble food. My girlfirend’s mom was from the poor south, and actually craved this meal from time to time.
This rendition was also very lackluster. You couldn’t beat the price, as it was cheapest thing in the breakfast isle by a wide margin, but it sure as hell tasted like it.
I ate “scrapple” once and it was delicious. Maybe it was cooked better?
I was visiting my ex’s relatives in Philly and one insisted that I come with them to a diner before I left. “You have to try scrapple, but I won’t tell you what’s in it till you do” grin.
I agreed without hesitation. I’m Creole. I’m from the swamp. I eat spicy-hot boiled hard-shell roaches, and raw mud-snot still in their teetees for flavor, and alligator assholes and rice in pig guts. Anything can taste good if you season it right, and if it doesn’t, it’s not worse than things I love already.
The scrapple I had was delicious. It was also the most seasoned thing I had eaten up there. It wasn’t “spicy”, but there was a wide variety of spices and it was extra peppery. It tasted like very fatty/greasy, slightly sweet, peppered breakfast sausage. She told me what was in it while i was eating it, looking all mischievous. Then I gave her the above line about my heritage, laughed, told her that just makes it more amazing, and kept eating.
She looked both slightly disappointed and filled with admiration. She loved it too, and I think I gave what was for her a shameful delight, a little more power and pride.
I’d eat someone’s favorite mud if it tasted good, and my guts would probably be stronger for it, gaining flora they have been missing for at least two generations.
Y’all have a rich culinary tradition that is world-renowned for its ability to pull amazing flavors out of everything, including the trees! I’m not at all surprised that the Creole rendition of this breakfast dish was top shelf.
I eat spicy-hot boiled hard-shell roaches, and raw mud-snot still in their teetees for flavor, and alligator assholes and rice in pig guts.
If you told me that said dishes were the real deal, prepared in a traditional manner, I’d tell you right then and there that I’ll be having seconds. Hell, I’d beg for cooking lessons.
No way I hell am I making some dishes but as you said, if someone prepares for me one that I’d normally be turned off from, I’ll enthusiastically join in (though I probably will wait for them to take the first bite)
I’ve actually seen “scrapple” at the grocery store, but that was a sausage-shaped loaf of hydrated corn meal, bacon grease/lard, and the barest whiff of seasoning to make it resemble food. My girlfirend’s mom was from the poor south, and actually craved this meal from time to time.
This rendition was also very lackluster. You couldn’t beat the price, as it was cheapest thing in the breakfast isle by a wide margin, but it sure as hell tasted like it.
I ate “scrapple” once and it was delicious. Maybe it was cooked better?
I was visiting my ex’s relatives in Philly and one insisted that I come with them to a diner before I left. “You have to try scrapple, but I won’t tell you what’s in it till you do” grin.
I agreed without hesitation. I’m Creole. I’m from the swamp. I eat spicy-hot boiled hard-shell roaches, and raw mud-snot still in their teetees for flavor, and alligator assholes and rice in pig guts. Anything can taste good if you season it right, and if it doesn’t, it’s not worse than things I love already.
The scrapple I had was delicious. It was also the most seasoned thing I had eaten up there. It wasn’t “spicy”, but there was a wide variety of spices and it was extra peppery. It tasted like very fatty/greasy, slightly sweet, peppered breakfast sausage. She told me what was in it while i was eating it, looking all mischievous. Then I gave her the above line about my heritage, laughed, told her that just makes it more amazing, and kept eating.
She looked both slightly disappointed and filled with admiration. She loved it too, and I think I gave what was for her a shameful delight, a little more power and pride.
I’d eat someone’s favorite mud if it tasted good, and my guts would probably be stronger for it, gaining flora they have been missing for at least two generations.
Was it also potato and apple or is “scrapple” a general purpose term for an omelette made out of whatever scraps are available?
Y’all have a rich culinary tradition that is world-renowned for its ability to pull amazing flavors out of everything, including the trees! I’m not at all surprised that the Creole rendition of this breakfast dish was top shelf.
If you told me that said dishes were the real deal, prepared in a traditional manner, I’d tell you right then and there that I’ll be having seconds. Hell, I’d beg for cooking lessons.
Hard shelled roaches is crayfish. I think mud snot still in the tees tees is oysters.
I think.
Both are delicious, properly served. I just ate a half dozen raw oysters.
No way I hell am I making some dishes but as you said, if someone prepares for me one that I’d normally be turned off from, I’ll enthusiastically join in (though I probably will wait for them to take the first bite)