My father grew up on a farm in Kansas, one of twelve children. I can’t even imagine meals at my grandparents home. He was a pilot in WWll and when he left the military he went to college, married, you know how it all goes… However, through all that there remained a little of his upbringing, as with us all. One of the dishes he brought with him from his childhood was panhas. When he announced he was going to make this farm-style staple I for one loved it and we knew a big breakfast was in our future…eggs, bacon, orange juice, hash browns and fried panhas.
I know, not a breakfast for the weak at heart. Did you get the pun there? Weak at heart? Anyway, after doing some research I discovered it had another name- scrapple. Neither evokes