[Sca-cooks] Winter comfort food...

[Jeff Gedney]

>The last time I was in PA, I was presented with a pound of real  
>scrapple by my hostess...
>
>Adamantius (who can buy bad scrapple or make decent scrapple here in  
>NY, but not buy good scrapple)

whny I was 17 and on a fishing trip with my dad, more 
years ago than I can manage to account for, we stopped
at a little roadside place somewhere in Pennsylvania,
where I had a wonderful scrapple. 
They also had what appeared to be a home made sausage 
that was finely textured, herby with a little pepper, 
and perfectly cooked, and big fluufy pancakes that 
were more souffle' than johnycake.

We were never able to find it again. My dad theorized 
that it was the local version of Brigadoon, and we were 
doomed to never find it again, unless we could be pure of 
heart (which neither of us could manage in any way)

Ever since then I have been unable to find anything that 
was not tasteless and greasy, and sometimes utterly 
horrid, with that rancid aftertaste.  

Someday, one day, I will have a decent scrapple again.

Capt Elias
Dragonship Haven, East
(Stratford, CT, USA)
Apprentice in the House of Silverwing

-Renaissance Geek of the Cyber Seas
- Help! I am being pecked to death by the Ducks of Dilletanteism! 
There are SO damn many more things I want to try in 
the SCA than I can possibly have time for. 
It's killing me!!!

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Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. 
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