For this week’s review we have chosen to eat scrapple. Here’s a little backstory to the evening this decision was first made.
A few weeks before we actually started the blog, we were hanging out with a couple friends, talking about what kind of foods we could eat that would be interesting enough to write about. Somebody then said, “Oh! I know! You guys should eat scrapple!”
The others all agreed that this would be a good idea. I then said, “Scrapple? What’s that?”
Then, almost in unison, the group said, “Nobody Tell Him!”
Well, that sure got me excited for the inevitable scrapple review. I went a few weeks playing along with the idea of going in blind. Every time I went to Google something, the thought of googling scrapple popped into my head. I remained strong for as long as I could, and refused to look into it.
Finally, about a week ago, Will told me that he had found a place to buy scrapple in the area. The scrapple was purchased, and a date was set for our review.
It’s not that I was worried about what I would be eating, but I have always been the type of person who liked having things spoiled. I keep up to date on all of my favorite TV shows to find out what’s going to happen later in their seasons. I have only played half of Mass Effect 1, and yet I know the entire plotline and ending for the trilogy. Plain and simple, I like knowing what I’m getting into before doing something.
Because of this, while on the phone with my mother a day before the tasting, at the end of our conversation I asked, “By the way, do you know what scrapple is?”
“Oh yeah, Grandma use to like it! It’s kind of a mixture of meat and fat, I think.” She replied.
Meat and fat? That didn’t sound too bad. What was the big deal about that?
The next day, I told April that I had discovered what scrapple was, and that it didn’t seem like it was that strange. She then told me that while yes, it was meat and fat, it wasn’t just any meat. It was organ meat.
Oh.
Again though, was this really information that needed to be kept away from me? I mean, I eat hotdogs, and who knows what goes into those. (Nobody tell me, I have a good enough idea.) Now knowing the full meaning of the word scrapple, I decided to go into the review with an open mind, as one always should.
For the actual meal, Will wanted to make a traditional breakfast consisting of eggs over-easy, hash browns, and fried scrapple. I have to say that the meal overall was excellent, with the eggs cooked perfectly (and only one accidently broken yolk, which wasn’t on my dish anyway), and the hash browns having a perfect crunch. I hate soggy hash browns.
The scrapple itself was a bit odd. It was fried, so it had the crunch that I really like in food, but besides that it didn’t really seem like anything that weird. In fact, while eating the meal, I had a hard time knowing if what I was eating was the scrapple or the hash browns. This is perhaps a downside to liking my food crunchy, as stuff that’s cooked that much starts to taste like carbon as opposed to their original flavor.
Focusing on a piece which I was sure was scrapple, I have to say that it wasn’t that bad. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t eat it alone, but it was a great addition to the eggs and hash browns. I’d go as far as to say I would rather have this for breakfast instead of bacon and eggs, mostly because it’s easier to mix the scrapple with the eggs than it is the bacon with the eggs. (I love mixing my food together.)
As a stand-alone item, however, I don’t think I would want to eat a meal consisting of nothing but scrapple. It tasted very iron-y, which was a consistent reminder of just what it was I was eating.
I guess it’s pretty telling that most of this review was more about the buildup of the scrapple, than the scrapple itself. It was made out to be this weird food that I wouldn’t eat if I knew the truth, but in the end it was just a decent breakfast item with nothing that remarkable about it.
A few weeks before we actually started the blog, we were hanging out with a couple friends, talking about what kind of foods we could eat that would be interesting enough to write about. Somebody then said, “Oh! I know! You guys should eat scrapple!”
The others all agreed that this would be a good idea. I then said, “Scrapple? What’s that?”
Then, almost in unison, the group said, “Nobody Tell Him!”
Well, that sure got me excited for the inevitable scrapple review. I went a few weeks playing along with the idea of going in blind. Every time I went to Google something, the thought of googling scrapple popped into my head. I remained strong for as long as I could, and refused to look into it.
Finally, about a week ago, Will told me that he had found a place to buy scrapple in the area. The scrapple was purchased, and a date was set for our review.
It’s not that I was worried about what I would be eating, but I have always been the type of person who liked having things spoiled. I keep up to date on all of my favorite TV shows to find out what’s going to happen later in their seasons. I have only played half of Mass Effect 1, and yet I know the entire plotline and ending for the trilogy. Plain and simple, I like knowing what I’m getting into before doing something.
Because of this, while on the phone with my mother a day before the tasting, at the end of our conversation I asked, “By the way, do you know what scrapple is?”
“Oh yeah, Grandma use to like it! It’s kind of a mixture of meat and fat, I think.” She replied.
Meat and fat? That didn’t sound too bad. What was the big deal about that?
The next day, I told April that I had discovered what scrapple was, and that it didn’t seem like it was that strange. She then told me that while yes, it was meat and fat, it wasn’t just any meat. It was organ meat.
Oh.
Again though, was this really information that needed to be kept away from me? I mean, I eat hotdogs, and who knows what goes into those. (Nobody tell me, I have a good enough idea.) Now knowing the full meaning of the word scrapple, I decided to go into the review with an open mind, as one always should.
For the actual meal, Will wanted to make a traditional breakfast consisting of eggs over-easy, hash browns, and fried scrapple. I have to say that the meal overall was excellent, with the eggs cooked perfectly (and only one accidently broken yolk, which wasn’t on my dish anyway), and the hash browns having a perfect crunch. I hate soggy hash browns.
The scrapple itself was a bit odd. It was fried, so it had the crunch that I really like in food, but besides that it didn’t really seem like anything that weird. In fact, while eating the meal, I had a hard time knowing if what I was eating was the scrapple or the hash browns. This is perhaps a downside to liking my food crunchy, as stuff that’s cooked that much starts to taste like carbon as opposed to their original flavor.
Focusing on a piece which I was sure was scrapple, I have to say that it wasn’t that bad. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t eat it alone, but it was a great addition to the eggs and hash browns. I’d go as far as to say I would rather have this for breakfast instead of bacon and eggs, mostly because it’s easier to mix the scrapple with the eggs than it is the bacon with the eggs. (I love mixing my food together.)
As a stand-alone item, however, I don’t think I would want to eat a meal consisting of nothing but scrapple. It tasted very iron-y, which was a consistent reminder of just what it was I was eating.
I guess it’s pretty telling that most of this review was more about the buildup of the scrapple, than the scrapple itself. It was made out to be this weird food that I wouldn’t eat if I knew the truth, but in the end it was just a decent breakfast item with nothing that remarkable about it.
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