You may have noticed that it’s not Tuesday.
Doesn’t have the same ring.
I was pretty busy yesterday, running here and there and doing things like voting. Oh, right, there was that election thing yesterday. Woo!
WE ARE BOTH SO INTENSE TAKE US SRSLY.
So lemme ask ya this:
Ever heard of Election cake? Now ya have.
Wut wuuuuuut it’s time for another Tidbit Tuesday!
I had a discussion the other day with my coworkers about how we trick-or-treated. There was talk of plastic orange pumpkins, shopping bags, and pillowcases (my weapon of choice). One girl even used a McDonald’s Happy Meal box. Then we talked about how awesome candy is and everyone should eat candy all the time and then not get obese and die.
But why do we trick-or-treat for candy on Halloween? Where did that tradition start? When did it start? Why candy?
Well, it started in America. To understand why it started we need to talk a little about the beginning of Halloween in North America. Very, very briefly.
Hey, scrapple. It’s been a while.
I consider this the end of the European history of scrapple. Soon I make my move on to the American history of scrapple. If any of this is unclear, please comment and let me know so I can fix it. I had some conflicting sources with this one. The most important thing is that you, dear reader, understand what’s going on.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I AM SO OVERWHELMED!
Also, quick note about citations for this particular project. In every article I post I will always cite the pictures, but I’m going to cite my sources for all the research at the end of the project.
And let’s begin.
Here are some ScrappleFest 2011 pictures:
A view of the 'Fest. Well, as much of it as I could get.
Please click more for more. Cause there’s more. Continue reading
Sorry for the delay. This scrapple business is kicking my butt. I’ve got piles of information on scrapple, and after learning its other names I’m going to end up with piles more.
I’ll break the post up into parts. I have yet to know how many parts there will be, but I anticipate at least two. Easier reading that way.
In the meantime, check this out:
Keep eating and asking, my friends.
Baker E, of Flying Monkey Bakery in Reading Terminal Market, Pumpple Cake, and Food Network fame, stopped by Green Aisle today to drop off Whoopie Pies.
nom nom nom
She informed me that Scrapplefest at Reading Terminal is coming up this Saturday. She suggested, in celebration of something I am terrified to eat, I write a bit about scrapple. While I had originally planned to do my next post of Purim with many pictures of these:
noym noym noym (that's Yiddish for "nom nom nom")
it’s come and gone, so really there’s no rush.
Scrapple it is.
Look forward to a post about a meat product that gives me the willies but I will try in the name of research. And when you have a chance, stop by Flying Monkey or Green Aisle to taste some of E’s treats.
Keep eating and asking, my friends.
As I sit here writing this, I am being attacked by two Pugs, a Labrador, and my sinus infected boyfriend. So please forgive any missed spelling or grammar errors.
Big hint: if you’re looking for books on St. Patrick’s Day, don’t start looking the day before the event. They’ll all be checked out. There are a limited number of books written about St. Patrick’s Day. Most of them can be found in the juvenile section at your local library. If you’re looking for information on traditions like green beer and Irish potatoes, good luck to you. Believe me when I say there is precious little recorded history on these particular subjects.
It’s important to me that the information provided in this blog comes from both Internet and literary sources. This includes primary, secondary, and obvious myths that have no base in fact. However, for this post, almost everything was found on the Internet. I was a little disappointed that books were not a big help. I enjoy books and libraries. I like the smell. Can’t win ’em all, right?
First and foremost, let’s (briefly) talk about St. Patrick himself.
Get down wit yo holy self.