Them’s dress-up deviled eggs, reserved for when you use the fancy eatin’ plates.
A few of my favourite things from Canada…
I think this is more of a Philly thing, but I grew up eating it
One of you Canuckians have to find a shot of poutine. I have only heard of it, from Paul.
What exactly is in that bag? And “scrapple” isn’t the word I’m looking for. 
Scrapple sounds intriguing…I too am curious…
Weekski…poutine is on page 1.
I think that the joy of cooking has a recipe for scrapple.
One of Oklahoma’s official state foods is fried okra.
It’s made from what Anthony Bourdain likes to refer to as “nasty bits.”
Scrapple is typically made of hog offal, such as the head, eyes, heart, liver, bladder, and other scraps, which are boiled with any bones attached (often the entire head) . . . . .
Commercial scrapple often contains these traditional ingredients . . .
Yum-yum.
Ireland: The Humble Potato (I believe US Republicans spell it “Potatoe”)
Boil 'em, Mash 'em, Stick 'em in a Stew.
Arsh pahtaytahs.
Wisconsin:
Didja know that Wisconsin has one of the highest rates of heart disease and alcoholism in the nation? Can’t imagine why…
Scrapple is typically made of hog offal, such as the head, eyes, heart, liver, bladder, and other scraps, which are boiled with any bones attached (often the entire head) . . . . .
Commercial scrapple often contains these traditional ingredients . . .
Suddenly I am slightly less intrigued..L
In my salad days, I lived in oklahoma City for two years, and as an apartment dwelling, single, rakish and dashing and boyishly handsome lad with a winsome smile and flowing dark hair, all the older ladies in the restaurant at which I worked took to mothering me. During okra harvest (I think there’s a state law in Oklahoma requiring anyone with a yard to plant okra), they felt sorry for me as I did not have a yard in which to plant okra and they would bring me bags of fresh okra and jars of pickled okra. I would thank them for it and take it home and toss it out, especially the fresh stuff.
One day, I left one such bag of okra on the front seat of the car while I stopped at the Piggly-Wiggly on the way home, and I must have left the door unlocked, because when I came back, someone had left me two more bags of okra.
<< rimshot>>
Thank you, folks. I’ll be here all week.
Oddly enough, the only time I had Black Pudding in a Pan Dip (the other name for it) was in Scotland.
So yes, we have no black pudding.
One for the ethnologists there. 
Netherlands: Boerenkool met Worst (green cabbage mashed potatoes, gravy, smoked saucage). I’d walk many miles for that on a winter’s day
Denmark: Smørrebrød - Basically an excercise in ‘Hide the Ryebread’. Mostly with fish and egg, lots of it:
I’m getting hungry…
Scotland… The stereotype:
Haggis
Deep Fried Pizza
The reality:
Venison
Aberdeen Angus Steak and Chips
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WHAT IS THAT AND WHERE DO I GET IT?!