For one thing, there’s pig parts in Scrapple that they don’t list on the package. Like ears and lips and “wink, wink-nudge, nudge”. For all you foreigners out there and just about anybody who doesn’t live in the Northeast, for a hot, crispy, mushy on the inside, taste bud tingler, there’s nothing like a plateful of fried eggs and a pile of the aforementioned pig parts in a greasy diner at four o’clock in the morning while you’re trying to sober up so you don’t get busted on your way back to your cozy bed.
I don’t know why I’m not rich. I have such brilliant ideas. Like my dual shower head for newlyweds who like to wash each other’s backs. Or my box full of cow manure in an acorn from a tree that George Washington planted that you put old Grandpa’s ashes in and bury in your backyard. Or (my best so far) Sleeping bags for dogs. Here it is: Open a Scrapple store in CHINA! If you’ve been around as much as I have you know that Chinese people will eat just about ANYTHING! Heck, they eat putrescent 100 year old eqqs and they think it’s a delicacy. Believe me they’ll eat ANYTHING! I’d make a FORTUNE selling Scrapple in Nanjing.