To: Rambi who wrote (19299 ) 3/27/1998 1:54:00 PM From: Grainne Respond to of 108807
Penni, being from the Left Coast, I am not personally familiar with scrapple. I believe it is considered a Southern delicacy, correct? My Webster's defines it as "a seasoned mixture of ground meat (as pork) and cornmeal set in a mold and served sliced and fried." Hmmmmm . . . I am not sure you could fry and slice Spackle, but I think you could use your leftover scrapple for plaster compound--if you had any left!!! Sounds like it would set up pretty well for wall patching, although it might not take paint properly. While I was searching for the true meaning of scrapple, I found a couple of interesting things in various cookbooks. Here is a fascinating legend about pork: "The pig has been used for food since time immemorial. Chinese legend, according to Charles Lamb [I have no idea who this is, but whatever], tells of the origin of roast pork in the accidental death of a pig in a burning house. An old rustic custom of Lorraine concerned the butchering of a pig. The daughter of the house sent to her betrothed the foot of the pig tied up with blue ribbons and bay leaves as a symbol of her love. On the other hand, if she wished to indicate her lack of interest, she sent the tail of the pig tied up with a pickle, the symbol of indifference and mockery." (The Wise Encyclopedia of Cooking, c. 1948) Can you imagine how heartbroken a guy would be if he received a pig's tail tied up with a pickle? It really makes me sad. Surprisingly, there was no mention of scrapple in my White Trash Cooking cookbook. But I came upon a recipe so remarkable that it really deserves a wider audience: Single Boy's Breakfast Take one pound of pork sausages. Cook them evenly, pour off fat. Add one-and-one-half box [!] soda crackers (unsalted) crumbled. Pour in one cup of boiling water. Cover tight and steam five minutes. Serve with fried sweet potatoes and plenty of hot, black coffee. How could one man eat this much?? Perhaps he was single because he weighed six hundred pounds? My head is spinning with the possibilities. Now, Penni, as much as I have enjoyed musing about scrapple, I must say your wrestler boyfriend named Thomas sounds like an interesting story. Would you like to share . . .?