Flat Stanley & Ladybug

Having spent a good part of the day hanging out with Flat Stanley & Ladybug at the Eastern Market, we got ourselves back to the Blue House on V, where we gorged ourselves on cheese, cheese and more cheese. What a lovely Sunday. Brunch at Jimmy T's was quite good: Combo#6 included one piece of french toast, two strips of lovely soft bacon and one egg over medium. Does not sound like a whole lot of food, but it was definitely enough as it left plenty of room for sweet potato tart and cheese samples.
Now I wish I'd ordered the scrapple and eggs. Scrapple is an ambrosial compound of pig scraps (who would have thought that rectum could be so tasty!) ground up and cooked with cornmeal, cooled and hardened into a loaf -- the sexy cousin of the haggis, you might call it. Sliced thinly and fried up in oil -- there really is nothing quite like it. There are, of course, many other ways to serve up this delectable comestible. I saw some for sale at the market, and had felt the urge to bring some of it back to Chateau Nice, to contribute it to the next brunch party -- but then the law-abiding international traveller that I am remembered the whole customs issue about bringing food across the border. Perhaps I should go back tomorrow and get me a brick of it anyway. Because even if they end up confiscating it at the airport, at least an officer will be able to go home with the amusing story of some crazy Canadian who tried to smuggle some of that mouth-watering Pennsylvanian delicacy out of the country.
Maybe I should just learn how to make my own.