My friend Andrea and her family came by to visit last week. Andrea and I were friends in high school, and moved to San Francisco together for college. She stayed up in Northern California, so I only get to see her every three or four years.
Whenever kids come over to our house I always serve up some pigs in a blanket–always. They’re easy. They’re fun. They’re not messy. They’re friggin’ delicious. Seriously, who can resist their petite scrumptiousness?
Let me set the stage for you:
Andrea is a food writer.
Andrea makes her own butter.
Andrea doesn’t let store bought bread cross the threshold of her home.
Andrea’s kids have never tasted Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (and worse–won’t touch the stuff).
Now, before you all start to hate Andrea for her culinary wizardry, let me say this: Andrea is a good sport.
As her clan arrived (husband and two boys), I realized my usual fare might not be to their standards. When I started pulling out the “ingredients” (term used very, very loosely, because really, it’s just The Pillsbury Dough Boy and Littl’ Smokies) I said, “Um, I’m going to make pigs in a blanket, is that okay?”
At that, Andrea jumped up and offered to help. Boy, for a professionally trained pastry chef (Tante Marie’s) , she sure didn’t know squat about how to assemble these tasty pastry wrapped delicacies.
“Oh, Andrea, let me show you how to do it,” I offered. She managed to cut up the triangles with some skill and assembled a few pretty decent ones.
Everyone enjoyed their lunch and we were off to swim with our bellies filled with one of summer’s best treats (followed closely by the S’more. But I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my domestic talent so we had cookies instead).
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I wrote this for the Mom Blog on ocregister.com. You can visit my blog over there by clicking: Here.
I also linked to some other things I’ve written for them about my enormous domestic talent:
Oh, the laundry gods must be mad at me
Honey, I’m going to have to write you up for tonights dinner
Yum!
I hope Andrea was suitably impressed, and not too intimidated. I was just trying to explain pigs in a blanket to my son this past weekend. He didn’t really get it. I guess I’m not as gourmet as I thought. 🙂
The holy terror of having to feed an actual food writer would be too much for me. The stress!
You are brave. And she seems like a good friend.
Comment from Jack who is looking over my shoulder: “I want pigs in a blanket too. Ask Suzanne how to make mom!”
🙂
I make these!! I also make them with regular hot dogs wrapped in cheese and crescent rolls. There are NEVER any left:) I am sure your friend’s children will now request these culinary delights!!!
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My family is now addicted to the wonders of ‘porcs dans une couverture’. Thanks for sharing such a fantastic day with us!
I love these! My kids eat two or three helpings each. I never thought to make them for guests. Good idea.
Ha, ha, ha. I just had a pastry chef stay at my house, and before him I “made” spaghetti sauce with those package seasonings mix. As I dumped the second package of orangey powder into the heap on the tomato sauce, I had a moment of, “Oh, he must be cringing right now.” Oh well. I’m a sort of make-no-apologies girl when it comes to cooking. And cleaning. And just about everything else related to entertaining.
I love these. I had forgot about making them for my kids. My husband loves them, too. I have a friend who went to that same school in SF. It was in North Beach, right?
Suz,
I checked out Andrea’s site, and found out she lives only an hour away! Small world. Also, I gained six pounds visiting her site.
— Laurie
Yes, I should put these back into heavy rotation. The thing is – confession time – I really hate opening those cans of dough. I HATE it when they pop – scares the bejeebus out of me! What a freak.
I always say, there is “cooking” and then there is “assembling” (which is what PIB would be) or “heating up” (also known as a freezer meal in my house).