Being originally from Pennsylvania, before we moved to Florida when I was 6, I was pretty much raised on scrapple. If you don’t know what scrapple is, you don’t want to know. You certainly don’t want to know what’s in it. And if you didn’t eat it as a kid, don’t even consider it. Winn/Dixie started carrying Jones brand scrapple a while back, frozen. Geeze. First of all, nobody named Jones knows how to make it. It is, in my epicurean estimation, crappy. You have to have a name like “Streb” to make good scrapple. Today I drove down to Sarasota to Yoder’s Amish Market. It’s about 20 miles from where I live in Palma Sola. I bought three pounds. I can hardly wait till tomorrow AM. Frau G won’t touch the stuff.