Showing posts with label scrapple. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scrapple. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Scrapple 101

Since retiring, Ann and I do a couple of crosswords a day. Ann, who is infinitely better at them than me, has been doing them for a long time, while I just started. One puzzle prompted her to ask me, "What is scrapple?" forgetting that she has had it before.

Scrapple, Eggs, and Tomatoes
I explained as well as I could that scrapple is a member of a class of foods designed to make use of all the scraps leftover from butchering a hog. It is in essence headcheese cross polenta, formed into loaves, sliced and fried, generally served as a breakfast food.

Knowing that searching for commercial scrapple here in Oregon was probably a non-starter, I resolved silently to make her a batch so that she could taste it again for herself. Before I get into my scrapple making tale, a little backstory is in order.

While I grew up in central Virginia, my people are all from a couple hours south in Southside, the former tobacco country along the North Carolina border where scrapple was a fact of the breakfast table. Despite some hog butcherings in the family, I do not recall anyone in the family making scrapple. I do vividly remember boiling kettles of lard and the resulting crunchy bits of skin called cracklin' that adorned our cornbread. But no, scrapple making I don't remember. By the time I can remember, scrapple was something bought at the grocery store and Rapa was the family brand.

As an adult, I had migrated a couple more hours north to the very northern tip of Virginia in the Shenandoah Valley, an area that was settled largely by Germans coming around the mountains from the north from Philly and southern Pennsylvania. There in Winchester, I learned that scrapple was readily available at the deli counter of the supermarket, going by the Pennsylvania Deutsch name of Panhaas ("pan hare/rabbit" in German).

With panhaas available in bulk, I never paid too much attention to the packaged scrapple in the cold case, though I did notice two things: 1) packaged scrapple was available in two brands, Rapa and Habersett, and 2) the Pennsylvania Dutch panhaas was stiffer and contained less liver than I was used to.

Nowadays, scrapple production in the US is largely controlled by a single company, Jones Dairy Farm, that owns both Rapa and Habersett brands and recipes, as well as producing scrapple under their own label. And I believe both products are made primarily in the old Rapa factory in Delaware.

When I was a kid, Rapa was a Delaware brand out of Bridgeville that basically owned the Baltimore, DC, and Virginia markets. Further north from the Harrisburg PA area, if memory serves correctly, came the Habersett brand which ruled in the Pennsylvania market. Your scrapple allegiance, therefore, was basically a result of where you lived. People that love one brand still like to put down the other brand, but they're all good.

Back in the day, I used to see small vendors with handmade scrapple in the big markets in York, Baltimore, and Dover, but those folks seem to have gone the way of a lot of good things. Any longer, and especially where I live in Oregon, if you want handmade scrapple, you're going to have to do it yourself.

Before the scrapple tutorial, I will also point out slight variations as I know them. Panhaas tends to contain buckwheat flour in addition to cornmeal as a binder, yielding a firmer product. Further south in the Carolinas, they have livermush, which is also awesome, but focuses more on liver than does scrapple. Further west in the Ohio territory you find goetta, a similar product bound with oats. These products clearly demonstrate the early German settler diaspora in the US.

Making Scrapple


Pork Shoulder, Sage, and Garlic
In the restaurant days, when we had a constant supply of hogs, making scrapple was a lot easier than it is at home today. We made scrapple in the traditional style, always having a head, the neck, and some liver to use. But in all honesty, we made more headcheese and liver mousse than scrapple, just because those products were easier to move on our charcuterie boards.

While boiling is really the best way to get the meat from a head or neck bones, if you're starting with shoulder as I am forced to do at home, you might as well roast the shoulder to intensify the flavor versus boiling/stewing it. I placed a slab of shoulder on several sage sprigs and crushed cloves of garlic. I put the pan, covered in foil, in a slow oven to roast until falling apart, about three hours.

Chopped Pork Shoulder
After chilling overnight, the pork was ready to break down. I pulled all the meat off the bones, skin, and fat and chopped it pretty fine.

Making the Stock
Because I did not boil the meat, I needed to make a stock in which to cook the cornmeal. All the scraps, juices, sage, and roasted garlic went into a stock pot along with a lot more fresh sage, sprigs of thyme, parsley, red onion, lovage, leek leaves, dried arbol chiles, black pepper, bay leaves, and some fresh pork trimmings. I wish I had had some pork trotters to amp up the gelatin in the stock. Towards the end, I added four sheets of gelatin to help make up for that.

After draining the highly reduced stock, I used it to make a couple cups of cornmeal into very thick mush and then mixed in the chopped pork shoulder. I lined a mold with plastic wrap and coated the plastic wrap with pan spray to make it easy to release the set block of scrapple. In went the mush and after it cooled, I finished wrapping the mold and put it into the fridge overnight to set.

Scrapple Cooking
Inverting the mold and tugging on the plastic wrap released the block of scrapple from the mold. I then sliced the block into 3/4" slices, rolled them in seasoned flour, and fried them. For me, scrapple is all about texture, that wonderful contrast between crisp outside and almost molten inside, which is why I slice it so thick.

The trick to cooking scrapple slices is modulating the flame so that outside gets good and crisp without causing the slices to melt and fall apart in the pan. Basically, it requires a moderate flame and the patience to let a good crust develop.

So there we go: Scrapple 101. Damn was it good, but still I wish I had some pork liver to give this batch more flavor!

Monday, December 23, 2013

Fredericksburg, VA

I have lived in Virginia most of my life and have visited quite a lot of it, but I had never spent any time in Fredericksburg until the Monday before Christmas. Sure, I have passed through it on US highways 1 and 17 heading to DC and to the beach respectively and sure, I have driven by hundreds of times on I-95, but I have never stopped to take in the city until just now. The restaurant being closed on a Tuesday (Christmas Eve) afforded us the opportunity to get away from Funchester for an evening of adult fun.

Our friends Pete and Laurie moved from Gainesville (within visiting range) to Fredericksburg (outside visiting range) about three years ago when Pete was able to buy an insurance agency down there. And in the interim, we just haven't found a way to get together. We finally did manage to get together and because they live right downtown in an old converted factory, we got a great look at downtown Fredericksburg all decorated for Christmas as we made our way to their house. It's quite a beautiful town full of colonial and Civil War history and lots of historic architecture. I'd like to go back and see more of the town than we saw on our 18-hour whirlwind visit.

Venison Summer Sausage

Old Gouda, Always a Favorite
They had munchies all laid out for us when we arrived and after 90 minutes driving through the pouring rain, we were happy to be warm and having cocktails. Believe it or not, Pete made me my first Martini ever. I am not a liquor drinker and the thought of drinking gin up in a glass didn't appeal too much to me, but I really didn't mind it: it was much better than I thought it would be.

Laurie...

...and Ann Kibitzing over Cocktails
This sign is appropriate: we took our two beasts to meet Sadie, Pete and Laurie's lab mix who was a good sport and shared her beds and toys with our dogs.

Don't All Dog Lovers?
After cocktails, we bundled up and walked a couple of blocks to kybecca for dinner. Given that it was Monday night, our options for dining were limited and I for one am very thankful that others were working so that I could play for a change. It doesn't happen very often. And the place was hopping busy, clearly much busier than they expected and were staffed and prepped for. I'm guessing that so many people had the night before Christmas Eve off that they wanted to go out and socialize. Our server handled it like a champ though and I certainly tipped her well for running all night long.

kybecca is primarily a small plates concept, something that I have tried to get to fly without any success in Winchester for years, and so we ordered all the small plates on the menu, except for the boquerones which were 86'ed when we got there.

We ordered lobster spring rolls, shrimp and pork cigars, apples and Manchego, crispy pork belly, frites with cilantro aïoli, Spam and kimchee sliders, and fried Brussels sprouts along with a beet salad from the salad portion of the menu. The spring rolls and pork cigars are standard drinking food. The pork belly was just barely OK; the product we make at the restaurant would embarrass this. The frites were among the best I have ever had and we had to have two orders, they were that good! The Spam sliders were awesome drunk food, but we each only got a nibble because they too were 86'ed when we tried to reorder. The sprouts and the beets were good enough but not memorable. The apple and Manchego salad really was a throw away. I would either rework it or take it off the menu.

Lobster Spring Rolls at kybecca
They have a great selection of wines in Enomatic machines for glass pours, but we ordered off the bottle list, which, compared to what I am used to is a little small and mostly composed of wines that are not my style. Rather than push my palate with one of the many fruit bombs on the list, we had a couple bottles of 2008 Linden Hardscrabble, tried, true, food friendly, and always delicious. I don't usually play it safe when going out, but our server was clearly way too busy for us to play 20 questions in the process of finding a palate-friendly wine. Next time.

Our boy Pete likes to eat so we also ordered a couple big plates: a hanger steak and a confited duck leg. The steak was well enough cooked, but didn't do anything for me in that I am totally spoiled by the local beef that we get at the restaurant. Moreover, the duck confit was just passable and well intentioned but didn't have the depth of flavor that it should have. I should give classes in how to confit things.

In any case, we had a great time at kybecca, great service considering the circumstances, and it is a concept after our own hearts. We'd certainly give it another shot.

Pete and I finished the night back at the house with a touch of whiskey, a local small batch product from Bowman's (known in my day across Virginia colleges as suppliers of some really bottom end aka "affordable" stuff) called Abraham Bowman Pioneer Spirit, a very nice bourbon-like whiskey and as good as any bourbon that I've had recently.

Breakfast at 2400 Diner

The next morning, Christmas Eve, we started by clearing cobwebs with coffee. After coffee, we got a mini-tour of town from Pete on the way to his office, which sits oh-so-conveniently cater-cornered from the 2400 Diner, where naturally, they know him by name.

After checking in at Pete's office in a repurposed historic hotel, we popped across the street around 11:15 to the diner, thinking that we had good timing: after breakfast and before lunch. No such luck. It was jammed and we had to leave a phone number and take a walk down the hill to the Rappahannock River while waiting on a table to clear.

It's a classic Greek diner with a few stools at the counter and booths around the outside. The Greek influence becomes apparent on the lunch and dinner menus, but we came for breakfast. I ordered chipped beef and the server asked me what I wanted it served on. Seriously? Toast. Duh! I then asked her why it was even a question and she said some people like it on biscuits, but then she opined, "Biscuits are for gravy." And so they are. Ann ordered scrapple because she had never had it before and it was pretty decent scrapple, though I like a touch more cornmeal to mine so that it is a touch firmer. Not sure that Ann would ever order it again, but I am so happy that she is open to trying anything.

Prices are extremely reasonable for breakfast and the food is decent enough; needless to say, the portions are vast. We did have to wait about 45 minutes from order to food arriving, so the kitchen was clearly backed up and I didn't really see the reason for it. I could have knocked out breakfast for all the tables in the house in 20-25 minutes. Maybe they just work in slow-mo there. If I lived nearby, I might visit once or twice a year, but I cook a lot better breakfast at home, though that's true for most things.

After breakfast, we got another little tour of the downtown and then we finally had to hit the road back to Winchester, driving through a few crazy snow squalls as we crossed into the Shenandoah Valley and home territory.

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