Before I begin, I feel the need to put up a disclaimer:
“Readers who have a strong aversion to reading about bodily functions (ahem, Julesie) should proceed with this post at their own risk.”
Last night, because I had to work until 6:30 and Jim wanted to get a workout in after he got home from his day, dinner was a bit of a rush job. I made–since the ingredients were already in the house and it was something easy–pigs in blankets*. A food like this generally brings the warm fuzzies and thoughts of childhood to the person enjoying it.
Though I like pigs in blankets every once in a blue moon, they certainly don’t give me the warm fuzzies, as you’ll read. One out of two isn’t bad, I guess.
As we plated our dinners, mentally I went straight back to my fourth birthday party, at which my mom served me and my little guests–you guessed it–pigs in blankets.
One of my friends, in the middle of our meal at my festively decorated birthday table, threw up all over herself and the table in front of her. I was as horrified as a four-year-old could be. She couldn’t help it, of course; her sudden illness caused a ruckus (and a whirlwind of getting everything cleaned up), and then she had to go home. Naturally I, now a forty-two-year-old woman, don’t have any emotions attached to this truly non-event in my life; it’s just that, well, pigs in blankets make me think of that moment**.
I wonder if she remembers it.
*using BEEF hot dogs, of course.
**Okay, they were still delicious.
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with crescent rolls? That's a fun food for a throw together dinner. 🙂
When I think of hotdogs, I remember the time when I was in 5th grade and tagged along with my bf at the time to take her mom's friend and children to the airport. As soon as we stopped the car, one of the little ones started throwing up and the mom caught the barf in her hands. ewwww! I thought to myself, 'I doubt when I'm a mom, I'll catch vomit in my hands…that's gross!' It's amazing what moms can do! lol
With that memory I can't believe you still eat them. 🙂
That's not what pigs in a blanket are to us though, pigs in a blanket are sausages wrapped in pancake. I haven't figured out a good way to make them though. :/
Great. Now I will think of this post every time I eat them. =)
I have a pack of Nathan's in the frig and a can of crescent rolls… lunch is planned. Thanks!
I'm going to have to try really hard not to think of that now too.
Poor kid. You'll have to look her up on FB and ask her!