On Tuesday night, my mother had the family over for Hanukkah dinner at her new apartment. My mom made beef, salad and latkes. As the six of us sat down to this sumptuous and nostalgic feast, I asked my nephew, Greg, what foods he would bring to a desert island. After Greg suggested hot dogs, my Mom, Greg, and I agreed they are one of the most forbidden pleasures. Disty (my wife) suggested her hot dog substitute would be scrapple, a Pennsylvania Dutch breakfast food that is fried and dangerous. S...