Good Eats 0
I was in Philadelphia the last few days visiting family.
I now have five grandchildren, all of them boys.
I do love Philadelphia. Despite my 300-plus-years of Virginia roots, Philly is as much home for me as any other place. It is one of the world’s great cities, with one of the world’s great inferiority complexes, as it is half-way between New York City and Washington, D. C., cities that bring hubris to life.
It was good to be in Philly for a few days.
I came back with a cooler full of Philadelphia scrapple, because all you can find in these parts is Rapa brand, which, as far as I can figure out, is a combination of lots of bread-like substances with a few pork-like bits, on which I refuse to waste my money. Breakfast can be many things, but a waste of time should not one of them.
I brought back eight pounds of the real thing–I trust that it’s enough to last me until my next trip up north . . . .
