First and only time I had it was once when my whole office went camping. I woke up one morning to the sound of loons and the smell of this stuff frying. I was starving, it smelled amazing and it tasted wonderful. I should point out that it was home made by my boss's brother. He made it every year and sent it to my boss. I've tried the Jimmy Dean stuff. On a scale of 1 to 10, with my boss's scrapple being a 10, Jimmy Dean would be about 4. Edible, but nothing like the rapturous experience of eating a slab of carefully seasoned ground-up critter parts in a campground on the edge of a lake.