Redogge,
Yup. Scrapple. Puddins. Pan Puddin. Blood Sausage. Blood soup.
3 helpings in a given month and you get a free stint put in at your local hospital...
Never quite thought of it all puddled up in a pan to be like dog vomit, but hey...since the only of that I eat is scrapple (and ticular bout that), ya can't make me want it LESS.
Still think Grits is S'uthin spaghetti. Nothing of a real taste it'self, but lives in infamy for what's put on it, mixed in it, or poured over it.
That ain't necessarily a bad thing...