She winked.
“With a little class. I made fancy hors d‟oeuvres.”
“Pigs in a blanket?”
When she laughed, tossing back her head the way she did, he poked her.
“I like pigs in a blanket.”
“You‟re not getting them tonight.”
Happy Ever After
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Pigs-In-The-Blanket, Best Snack Ever
To my mind, having a steady supply of pastry-wrapped pork products close to hand is a sign of advanced intelligence. Because no matter which guests my sister has over at her place—be they grandparents or little nieces and nephews; food-loving lawyers, cops, or advertising executives; farmers, chefs, or restaurant owners; or me—it seems that all of them (excepting vegetarians, though I have seen even a few of those make exceptions for these little piggies) will unabashedly gobble up pigs-in-the-blanket.