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Katy: Pig in a blanket?
Adam: You have to know that's hurtful.
Katy: What? No. Do you want one? Mom made some.
Adam: Oh.
Katy: I think dad's in a weird place.
Laura: I think dad's in a weird place.
Laura: I think that's his permanent residence.
When I was a child: in my family (Eastern European descent), ‘pigs in a blanket’ were rice and tomato sauce-stuffed cabbage leaves (boiled) – I think they were called ‘goumpki’ or something like that. I hated them. I was quite relieved when I found out that, in our new neighborhood after moving out of grandma’s house, ‘pigs in a blanket’ were hotdogs in a Pillsbury crescent roll. Hurrah!. Still hate EE PIAB to this day.