A friend asked me where he could find that board game where you have tiles of letters and you spell words. Without thinking, I directed him to this:
An amusing misunderstanding, to be sure. But, really, who buys this pink loaf called Scrapple? It’s made from scraps, just like it says! Ewww.
Why am I so disgusted by the thought? Truth told, ingredient-wise, it’s probably akin to pepperoni or bratwurst. Love ‘em both. There’s a lot to be said for marketing. I can’t get over the name of the product. Own your message, Scrapple peddlers.
