It’s not the easiest thing to define what constitutes a pig in a blanket. Hot dogs typically come in some form of edible bread based packaging anyway, so what are the defining factors that covert a hot dog back into a pig, while simultaneously converting its bun into a blanket? You could argue that cooking the edible container onto the hot dog is what causes it to become a blanket, except that when you deconstruct a corn dog, you are not left with a pig or a blanket. Perhaps it is the fact that only a glimpse of the hot dog remains visible after the dish is cooked, leaving the end of the hot dog to resemble a pig’s nose.
To make matters more confusing, “The Food Timeline” reports that back in the ’30s and ’40s, a pig was not necessarily a pig by-product at all, and a blanket was not necessarily dough based. So, in the interest of this blog, as well as moving on in general, I am setting the definition this way:
pigs in a blanket – a baked good that is comprised of two main ingredients; 1) a mixture of ground animal and spices in a wiener shaped casing composed of animal intestine or cologen . 2) a second edible casing, that the wiener is placed inside, so that only the ends of it are exposed.
Using this definition, I made a plate of the little kind for the family, and the big honkin’ unhealthy bacon wrapped one up top there, for my lunch. I also had a salad, which always makes a gross, fattening meal sit better in the belly. It’s like food’s equivalent of a Catholic confessional.
A plate of pigs in a blanket always makes me think of “Coming to America.”
“Here you go King. Try one of these pigs in a blanket. They’re the frozen kind, but you’d never know it.”
Honestly, I usually turn my nose up at Pigs in a Blanket, very much like King Jaffe Joffer did at Mr. Macdowells offer. Maybe the kind I’ve always had have been the frozen kind though, because these ones that I made were very nice. Considering they’re typically a ordeurve, maybe others over cook them in the haste of preparation for a party. Or maybe you can tell the difference when they’re the frozen kind!
What was sick about today was the bacon wrapped smoked sausage for lunch. Just a mass of animal fat and grease. It was delicious, and so gross all at once. The second I saw the option online, I knew I was going to do it. Bleh! Just looking at the picture makes me feel like I need another salad.
See you Wednesday for National Zucchini Bread Day!