Today is our tamalada. The DRE-BFF is over here, along with her twin ferrets (aka her high-energy, high-intelligence boys) and we've been churning out pork, chicken mole, and corn-jalapeno-queso-fresca tamales. At some point, the subject of pie crust scraps came up and how you sprinkle them with sugar and cinnamon, bake up 'em up, and fight to get them.
The Husband's mother called them "Stick-ems." Or "Stick-ums." He's not sure which. The DRE-BFF's mother called them "Gnarbles," pronounced with a hard g. Guh-narbles. My mom didn't make pie crust, but when I do, I call them snails, because I roll them up.
Neither The Husband nor the DRE-BFF have any idea why their moms call them by those names. "They don't stick to anything," I ask The Husband. "So why?"
It's just an accepted family fact. Stick-ems and gnarbles. A tribe shibboleth.
What does your family call them?