Pondering the inedible

[shereads]

But what is Scrapple?

Like Scrabble, but with gagging.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

But what is Scrapple?

(not the same thing as Snapple, I take it?)

pork mush...
It's typicaally sliced and fried. Often eaten with syrup.

 

[shereads]

pork mush...
It's typicaally sliced and fried. Often eaten with syrup.

Hence the gagging.

 

[Guest]

Tell me there are still Giant Pixie Stix and Sweet Tarts.

Yes.

And my kids still like 'em.

(Why else would our newest kitty be named Pixie Stix?)

 

[ms.read]

But what is Scrapple?

(not the same thing as Snapple, I take it?)

Scrapple is like spam, only its all the left over parts of a mixture of animals , mostly beef and pork organ meats with ground bone and fat thrown in too. Best served fried.


...Gross!!!!!

 

[Guest]

pork mush...
It's typicaally sliced and fried. Often eaten with syrup.

Oh. My. God.

Bleah. Honestly.

Heave.

I need to go clean my thoughts now.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

souse is worse yet...
imagine meat bits suspended in clear jelly...

it sounds like more fun than it is...

 

[shereads]

Kidney Pie or Pudding.

Sweatbreads.

Possum.

Muskrat Stew.

Cat

Is "Cat" a fifth item on this list, or are you signing the list?

 

[desertslave]

But what is Scrapple?

(not the same thing as Snapple, I take it?)

Take a pig. Butcher off all the good parts. Grind up what's left, mix with a little bit of corn meal.

Or, as my Dad used to call it, "everything but the oink."

Sounds awful, but sliced thin and cooked til it's crispy on the edges, and it's delicious, lord help me.

My folks used to bicker about condiments...Dad preferred ketchup on scrapple and syrup on "mush" (a cornmeal pudding thing). Mom was the opposite. Sunday breakfasts were always entertaining.

 

[JagFarlane]

Take a pig. Butcher off all the good parts. Grind up what's left, mix with a little bit of corn meal.

Or, as my Dad used to call it, "everything but the oink."

Sounds awful, but sliced thin and cooked til it's crispy on the edges, and it's delicious, lord help me.

Sorry but I have to agree. Loved that stuff when I was a kid

 

[Guest]

Take a pig. Butcher off all the good parts. Grind up what's left, mix with a little bit of corn meal.

Or, as my Dad used to call it, "everything but the oink."

Sounds awful, but sliced thin and cooked til it's crispy on the edges, and it's delicious, lord help me.

My folks used to bicker about condiments...Dad preferred ketchup on scrapple and syrup on "mush" (a cornmeal pudding thing). Mom was the opposite. Sunday breakfasts were always entertaining.

Ketchup?

Is there no end to the horror?

 

[shereads]

Tell me there are still Giant Pixie Stix and Sweet Tarts.

Yes.

And my kids still like 'em.

(Why else would our newest kitty be named Pixie Stix?)

And their mom is a sweet tart.

Coincidence?

 

[Guest]

And their mom is a sweet tart.

Coincidence?

I think not.



(Where does strumpet fit into this?)

 

[jomar]

Tell me there are still Giant Pixie Stix and Sweet Tarts.

And rock candy.

 

[shereads]

Sorry but I have to agree. Loved that stuff when I was a kid

My grandfather was a proud Florida Cracker and a fryer of squirrels (he also kept pet squirrels, which were fattened up but for their own enjoyment and not for cooking). He was an avid boiler of pig entrails (chitterlings), a roaster of 'possums, a Head Cheese head and a fan of frogs' legs, the mere thought of which is enough to make me choke up a token amount of bile. (TMI? Sure it is, but what do you expect from a disgusting thread topic like this one?)

Grandpa used to say,

"The only way to turn my stomach is to put my plate beyind me."

He made a mean hushpuppy. And his fried mullet is still the standard by which all mullet should be judged, except for the hairstyle.

 

[only_more_so]

unrelated

Why I can't stop thinking about sucking Monica Bellucci's breasts this morning.

Did you happen to recently watch "Shoot 'Em Up"? She plays a prostitute who specializes in lactation.

 

[only_more_so]

That's putting it mildly.

I may never eat a S'more again. Gah!

Well, if you are a vegetarian you might want to avoid them. Although, now that I think about, I could use some rendered connective tissue.

I have a cousin who was a pretty strict vegan (he started eating cheese because his teeth started falling out) but he smoked. My sister worked at a chemical company that made the gelatin, and one of their customers was a cigarette company that used the gelatin to keep tobacco moist.

 

[SlickTony]

I've heard the stories. They can't be true.

They're true--I've had the stuff. It can be made edible, but heavens! what a lot of hassle to go through to accomplish this. Lutefisk ought to have disappeared into the mists of antiquity as soon as they invented the refrigerated cargo ship.

 

[TE999]

Well, if you are a vegetarian you might want to avoid them. Although, now that I think about, I could use some rendered connective tissue.

I have a cousin who was a pretty strict vegan (he started eating cheese because his teeth started falling out) but he smoked. My sister worked at a chemical company that made the gelatin, and one of their customers was a cigarette company that used the gelatin to keep tobacco moist.

I'm no vegan. I'm a card-carrying member of PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals).

Given the tremendous variation in diets 'round the world (where there's enough to eat) nothing would surprise me as to what's consumed to assuage hunger.

Which reminds me of the old joke about a man who was asked if he ate tongue.
He replied that he wouldn't eat anything that was in a cow's mouth, but he could go for some boiled eggs.

 

[SeaCat]

Is "Cat" a fifth item on this list, or are you signing the list?

Just signing the list.

Cat doesn't taste too bad, Dog tatstes better.

Tree Rats are good, as long as you get them from a hardwood forest.

Souse reminds me of that lovely gel along the sides of a canned ham, only not as good.

Scrapple is good fried with hot sauce.

Chitterlings? Once you're past the smell they still taste bad. (But they are edible, just as Haggis is.)

If it moves it's edible. That doesn't mean it tastes good. (That's why God invented Garlic, Onions and Hot Peppers.)

Cat

 

[SlickTony]

I'd have to be hungrier than I'm ever likely to get to eat a cat, although PJ O'Rourke, who ate dog in the Philippines or some place like that, says it's kind of tasty. I've cooked squirrel, but it feels weird, the way they're put together and have to be disjointed, when you've been working with chickens all your life. I've had scrapple, it's nice, but kind of hard to come by where I live, and the rest of the family doesn't like it enough for me to inflict it on them again.

 

[cantdog]

A fellow from Coshocton, Ohio, built a camp down the point from us. He ate squirrel more or less regularly as a child. We, on the other hand, eschewing squirrel, ate bunny, actually, although I personally stopped entertaining the idea of eating bunny when my dad, serving, said, "Have an arm!"

Strange where the squick lines are drawn, isn't it?

I do not eat tripe, either. Fuck pepper pot soup! The stuff sucks.

My grandfather, frugal as he was, bought a keg of tripe and ate tripe until it was gone. And yet, he was not even half Scottish. Go figure.

He also would go on fishing trips to Merrymeeting Bay, returning with a sinkful of herring. This too he would eat relentlessly until it was gone. Likewise pickled pigs' feet. God.

Haggis is all right, dipped in batter and deep fried. They skip the bladder, when they do that. Withstandable. Not exquisite, just tolerable. One could eat it socially, if you follow.

 

[shereads]

Strange where the squick lines are drawn, isn't it?

Strange indeed. Strange and random. As a child, I would not eat squash because it was called "squash," which sounded squishy. I would not eat any two foods that had mingled on my plate. But I loved squid. Go figure.

 

[freshface]

I haven't seen blood sausage mentioned yet. It's just what it sounds like-congealed pig's blood, spices, and natural casings. Even if you can get past the blood oozing out of the sausage, you can't get past the taste.

 

[shereads]

AIEEEEEE!!!

Went out to emtpy the trash and nearly tripped over Scooter Libby (the cat, not the con) feasting on HALF of a SQUIRREL. A fresh one.

<gak! urp!>

That explains the dreadful squealing sound I heard on the roof an hour ago.

Oh.

My.

God.

The half with the face is missing. Puh-leeze Jeezus don't let me find it - and don't let it be ripening under the house. I still live here. The next-to-last thing I need right now is the aroma of a ripe squirrel-half wafting up through the floor.