....how about "Duck in a Blanket"

In the phrase "___ in a blanket," Pig was king.  Well move over sus domestica, your crown has just been renounced and it pains me to do it.  The pig is a culture within itself, the beast has a cult following, and causes foodies and gastronomes to weep like little girls at opening night of Twilight.  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the "Duck in a Blanket!"   

Seared cuts of foie gras sandwiched between slices of brioche with champagne grape compote, and all wrapped in a flaky puff pastry dough. 

So we had a 120 person, seven course (platted) banquet.  This was the second course except you would have to imagine quail nestled in there as well, served with roasted grapes and a red pepper coulis.  Leave a little M.E.P. laying around and a cook left alone in the kitchen and you get a snack that has a little less quail (none) and a little more foie.

To date this flaky, buttery, rich, and sweet concoction beats any cut of pig wrapped in anything that can be construed as a "blanket."  No fret my four legged friend, your still number one in my book, but here...for now, the only thing that belongs in that blanket is a piece of gavaged duck liver.