turnlizer:
Scrapple. I was like “Alright, I will finally try you, regional pork product specialty.” And it was g-r-o-s-s. And I have an exceptionally high tolerance for gross pork products (the one known exception to that rule: andouillette). Anyway, it seemed like a good idea on this hungover diner breakfast morning. Maybe it just wasn’t seasoned well; maybe the scrapple at the Oregon Diner is just not up to par; maybe all that leftover booze swirling around in my system was rebelling against the idea of fried oddparts mush, but man. I couldn’t even get through three bites. Bummer.
Next up: pork roll. I have higher hopes, based on texture alone.
Oh my goodness, pork roll is delicious. You’re in for a treat.
If anyone ever dares to call me spoiled, I will let them know about the time in college when I was paying for tuition with government loans, paying for my rent with loans from my university, and paying for everything else (food, meds, other necessities) with a meager salary from my work-study position. I believe I became a beer drinker during this time, because it was cheaper, and I also believe I started visiting my sorority house way more often because I could get free meals there. In fact, part of the reason I accepted so many invitations to Teach For America recruitment events was not initially because I was interested in the program, but because of the prospect of free food.
Because there was not a grocery store on campus, I had to get creative with what I ate—the time-honored ramen diet of yore, alas, was not always to be had. Instead, I made do with day-old Jimmy John’s bread loaves, toasted and slathered in leftover butter: sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar for a tasty breakfast treat, and seasoned with garlic and basil for dinner.
