I remember seeing those little packages of scrapple in my grandmother’s fridge. Happy memories!
I remember the first time I ran into scrapple. I was traveling across PA and stopped at a truck stop for breakfast. Waitress said the platter came with scrapple or ham or bacon. I asked 'what's scrapple'? She said 'if you have to ask maybe you don't want to know.' Another patron said 'it's made from everything left from the pig but the oink...' So I got the scrapple with my breakfast platter.